His blonde hair looked a little darker because it was wet and slicked back as if he had just gotten out of the shower. Responding to my silence, he added, "It's me. You know, the new guy in your English class."
Even though I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I looked at him, I had no idea that he knew the difference between me and the lamppost in his front yard.
Key then looked up, closed one eye, and pretended to shoot something in the air. "What's THAT, you ask. That's my ego being shot out of the sky! I guess I didn't make much of an impression on you in class."
On the contrary, he made such an impression that now I was speechless. Finally, I managed to mutter, "I'm here, um, to interview Gloria Wrentham." I looked down at my notebook to find the page on
