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But after she’d had time to think about it, she’d change her mind. It was one thing to smile at him in the halls; it was another to spend an afternoon alone with him.
    She’d come to her senses by the end of the day, he assured himself.
    But as he reached the glass door of the pizza parlor, there she was, sitting with her back to him in one of the booths and twirling a strand of hair as she read something in her notebook.
    After a baffled second he walked in; Lauren turned when she heard the bell ding above the door, and when he hesitated, she waved him over.
    “Hi,” she said as he sat across from her.
    “Hey,” he said, still feeling caught off guard. “I didn’t think you’d be here.”
    She pulled her brow together. “Why? Didn’t we say we’d meet here?”
    He looked at her then, and he saw that she genuinely didn’t understand why he thought she wouldn’t show up.
    “Can I take your order?” the waitress asked as she approached their table with a pad in her hand. Del pulled his attention away from Lauren to look at the waitress as he gestured for Lauren to go first.
    “Um, I’ll just have a plain slice, thank you.”
    “Me too, but make it two,” Del added.
    “Three plain. Got it. Help yourselves to a drink,” she said, motioning to the beverage refrigerator on the far wall as she walked back toward the kitchen.
    Del slid out of the booth, walking over to the glass doors of the fridge. “What’s your poison, Red?” he asked over his shoulder.
    “Iced tea, please,” she said, and he grabbed a can of iced tea and a can of root beer before he sat back down and placed it in front of her.
    “Why do you keep calling me Red?”
    He blinked at her for a second before he leaned over and took a strand of her hair in between his fingers and held it up in front of her face.
    “Yes, I get that part,” she said with an eye roll, and he couldn’t help but grin as he let her hair fall from his fingers. “Do you not know my name?” she asked.
    He felt his smile drop, and she quickly added, “It’s no big deal. People don’t really know me. And I mean, it’s not like we’re even friends or anything, so…” She trailed off, busying herself by digging in her backpack.
    “Why do you call me Michael?” he countered, and she froze, glancing up at him.
    “Isn’t that your name?”
    “No one calls me that. Everyone calls me Del. I don’t think anyone even knows my real name is Michael, except for the principals here. How did you even know that?”
    Lauren bit her bottom lip, and if he didn’t know better, for a second she almost looked guilty. “I can’t remember where I found out,” she said, looking down and going through her backpack again. “Do you want me to stop?”
    He spun the can of root beer in his hand and looked at her. “You don’t need to ask anyone’s permission for anything in this life. You can do whatever you want.”
    At that moment, the waitress brought over their slices, and Lauren glanced up and thanked her as she slid her notebook to the far side of the table to make room.
    She opened her iced tea before looking up at Del, tilting her head as she watched him lift his slice and turn it around, taking a bite out of the crust first.
    “The crust is the best part,” he explained around his mouthful of food. “If they made an all-crust pizza, I’d be a pig in shit.”
    Lauren took a delicate bite of her own slice. “I’m pretty sure they do. It’s called bread.”
    He stopped chewing as he looked at her, and a smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. She’s a wiseass, he thought with equal parts amusement and appreciation, and she smiled to herself before she took another bite of her pizza.
    “Okay,” she said after she’d followed it with a sip of iced tea. “So, did you get the notes on the evolution of microbial life?”
    She seemed so at ease with him. It didn’t make sense. He found himself watching her face, her movements, constantly appraising her. If it