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was totally blank, caught off guard. I took a second to close my eyes, regather myself. “Stream ciphers and . . . block ciphers,” I finally said.
    He gave me a nod, and his gaze moved away from mine to slide over the faces of other students in the rows in front of me. Once he stopped looking at me, I found I was able to breathe again. “These two types of ciphers use one key to both encrypt and decrypt a message. As the text explained, that might seem handy, but the sender and receiver need a secure way to send that key.” He talked on, and my pulse finally dropped down from the danger zone.
    “Good save,” Kelly said to me. “I hate being called on.”
    I chuckled under my breath. “My brain just died, I guess.”
    The brown-haired guy in the seat in front of me turned around and said in a low voice, “Where did you find that, by the way? I don’t remember reading it in the chapter.”
    “Oh. Um, hold on.” I turned my attention to the text and flipped through the pages until I saw where I’d highlighted about symmetric key ciphers. “Top of this page.” I turned the open book around so he could see.
    His green eyes flashed a thanks. “Got it.” His gaze lingered on my face for a moment, and then he faced forward again.
    Hm. I looked at Kelly with a raised eyebrow, one she met back. She scrawled on the corner of her notebook, then showed me what she’d written.
    He likes you.
    That was totally the vibe I’d been getting too. I nodded with wide eyes at her, then checked him out. I’d seen him around in the building, of course, because the guy was my usual type—athletic build, attractive. And he was in an upper-level math course, so he must be pretty intelligent too.
    Maybe the thing to snap me out of this lame-o teacher crush was to foster interest in another guy. One who was my age. One who wouldn’t get in trouble if we ever were to date.
    Not that Dr. Muramoto was ever going to date me anyway, of course.
    I took notes during the lecture, making sure to pay attention so I wouldn’t get caught unaware again, but he didn’t call on me. When we were dismissed, the guy in front of me stood and faced me again.
    “Thanks again for showing me where that was,” he said. His eyes twinkled.
    “It really wasn’t a big deal,” I protested.
    I heard Kelly smother a laugh beside me. I shot her a mock glare, and she shrugged and gathered her stuff.
    “Um. I’m Dallas,” he offered to me.
    “I’m Megan. Hi.” I nodded my head at him in a greeting.
    “Okay. Well, I’ll see you next Monday.” He scratched the back of his head, a light flush crawling up his cheeks as he got his stuff together and practically ran out the door.
    “That was so cute,” Kelly said as she burst into giggles. “You had him crazy nervous.”
    “I just have that effect on men. Or maybe he was nervous because of you ,” I teased her back.
    She rolled her eyes. “That guy didn’t notice anyone else in this room. But that’s fine. I don’t want a math major anyway. We’re all way too stuffy and practical for my tastes.”
    I donned my coat and followed Kelly toward the door, when Dr. Muramoto waved me over. “I’ll catch you later,” I told her, then tried to ignore the stutter in my heart rate as I reached his desk.
    He handed me a stack of paper—my thesis. “I have to say, Megan, I found this a really good and engaging read. Your ideas on how to stimulate math interest in gamer kids were intriguing. I offered some commentary in the margins, but I think you’re on the right track.”
    The warmth and approval in his voice made me flush. I glanced at the paper and saw block script notes in the margins. I was dying to read what he’d written. “Thank you,” I told him. “I appreciate your squeezing me in. I know you’ve been busy.”
    His eyes flashed with something, and he paused in his gathering of papers. “It wasn’t a problem at all,” he said. “Drop me an email if you have questions about my feedback.