“Sure, no problem.”
I looked over and Sean, a botanist from UVA who was admittedly pretty big, had fallen asleep in his seat aed his head on, um….
the recorded mating habits of the Giant Rainbow Trout to discuss with the team in New York when we’d revene in two months.
“Well, that’s fine,” I responded. “Everyone has something they were put on this Earth to do. Whether yood at just ohing or at a million things or at nothing really, there’s som
“Uh…no. I’m sorry I never introduced myself before.” He extended his hand for a handshake and I reciprocated. “Andrew Corrie. I’m an enviroal reporter for the Toronto Star.”
“Oh! ok. That explains it. You see, before, you were just veiled in mystery to me.”
Well, anyway, it seemed like my attempts to avoid his notice had worked, because he soon after got up, and walked to the back of the car to the toilet without looking at me once. I relaxed for a while until he walked back up the aisle, looked right at me, and asked, iest mid-range voice with a bit of noticeable Toronto lilt, “do you mind if I have your window seat? My friend here has fully quered mine now, I think.”
“Not a damn clue; that’s why.”
“Hey, so…you’re a biologist tht?”
“What? Why?”
“Andrew.”
“Thanks.”
I waited a couple seds for him to settle in and then I turo look over at him to start up a versation.
“Sure. I’m Gee. What’s your name?”
…on Andrew’s book bag iher. I stood up and moved my stuff to let Ahrough.
“Yeah. My fault entirely. I’m bad at makiion in general, but especially in circles where I don’t especially fit in. There’s a reason I stick to rep oher studying it.”
“Sure. 138 divided by 2”
“Ask me a math question. Something you think you could answer off the top of your head.”
We both laughed. He had a really cute laugh, and I couldn’t help notice the way his big queen-size mattress of an abdomen heaved up and down with each breath.