Poppy
You could cut the tension between us with a knife. I’d been a bundle of nerves as I walked into the coffee shop to meet Zach for our meeting, but I needn’t have worried. He dove straight into his notes on my poems and had been nothing but professional. We got down to business on my assignment for Dr. Chan, and I felt immensely better and more confident about my piece. I couldn’t help but think that perhaps he was trying to make up for the wasted meeting we had where we got nothing done.
Still, I knew we were both aware of the elephant in the room. Zach had texted me that he was “majorly f*****g attracted” to me and we weren’t talking about it. We never met up to discuss it, mostly because I was too afraid, and my new plan was to pretend it never happened. Which conveniently Zach s
