“What’s up, John?” I asked, looking up at him as he clutched an armful of papers in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. “Just wanted to check to make sure you were coming to the Staff and Faculty mixer this Friday. Dean Thomas expects us all to be there.” He shot me a glare that said you’re not getting out of this. Damn. I held back my groan. “John, you know those aren’t really my scene…” I hated them. Despised them, even. They just meant more interactions with the other faculty, half of whom were always trying to figure out if I was dating anyone.
