I’m Michael, but call me Mico”
“I’m Sam. Indian XXX I can’t thank you enough.”
Since then, Mico and I have been seeing each other to discuss lessons. I can’t thank you enough.”
Since then, Mico and I have been seeing each other to discuss lessons. “Are you intimidated by me? Tons.”
“You know, I have nothing much to do. How typical of you,” he joked
“Well, not really. I owe you so much already.”
“You don’t owe me anything. I shuffled in and out of classes quietly and quickly, hoping to not notice a guy I might fall for. I mean, you’re like a model.”
“I get that a lot. I’ve had a long break and a change of focus. Mico (as his friends called him), kept popping up everywhere – at the corner of the hall, by the street waiting for a cab, and even worse, in the same classroom as me. I mean, you’re like a model.”
“I get that a lot. I can’t thank you enough.”
Since then, Mico and I have been seeing each other to discuss lessons. His grades recovered and I felt really happy I could help him. ___________________________________________________________________________________
Let’s wind back to the beginning. “Mico, stop! It’s cool.”
“Thanks…I was bracing myself just in case you were gonna punch me or something.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because…because the guy…”
“The guy, what?”
“The guy I’ve fallen for is you,
