Dean
Dean was a funny one.
He was the first one to talk to me when I (accidentally) arrived late to the first day of class. Immediately, I picked up “difficult” vibes and made a mental note to avoid him.
By the last day, I wished him well and he returned the favour.
In between those days, he told me that if anyone was to follow him around, he’d like it to be me and exclaimed of me, “What a woman!”
He’s okay in my book. But still I would never let my guard down around him.
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