Alejandro was a patient man. He’d been waiting for Deja for over a year. A year of watching her out of the corner of his eye across the auditorium at the monthly Faculty Senate meetings. A year of wasting too much time in the hallways of their building in the vain hopes that he might catch a glimpse of her. A year of training his body to recognize the very particular sound of her heels echoing down the hallway. A year of trying to decide if he should sit next to her at the Provost’s speeches so he could try to decipher each individual note in her perfume or sit where she was in his line of
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