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tossed around include forcing every kid to have a bathroom buddy (but then we’d lose two of them!) and having designated “bathroom time” where I stand there and watch every kid in my class pee, and the kids can’t go any other time (great idea, as long as they’re wearing diapers—six year olds are not skilled at “holding it in”).
    Halfway through the meeting, I get a text from Adam, which I check surreptitiously under the table: You coming over tonight?
    I think of last night and feel relieved he isn’t being weird today: Sure.
    His reply comes back quickly: Need to show you something. Important .
    What is it?
    Can’t say. Just come. Love you.
    One thing I have to say for Adam, he certainly knows how to intrigue a girl.
    I go back to my apartment in Chelsea after work to shower and grab some new clothes. My apartment is a tiny studio, which is honestly the best I can afford on my salary—it’s a crime how underpaid elementary school teachers are. I’ve put up a lot of mirrors to make it look bigger, but it’s really small. All I’ve got room for is a sofa bed, a tiny wooden desk, and a bookcase.
    I’ve checked my finances and I think I may have enough to upgrade to a one-bedroom apartment, where I’ll have room for an actual sofa and a bed, but I’ve been holding off. I haven’t given up hope Adam will ask me to move in with him. I think I can persuade him—I just haven’t figured out how.
    But for now, I’m stuffing a blouse and underwear into my purse for tomorrow. One drawer just isn’t enough.
    I can’t help but wonder about Adam’s weird disappearance last night. He’s never done anything like that before, as far as I can remember. I’m actually starting to really wonder what’s so important that Adam wants to show me.
    Chances are , it’s not an engagement ring.
    If I had to guess, based on last night, I’d imagine it’s an invention. Adam shows me nearly all his inventions these days, and I have to say, it’s adorable how excited he gets over them. He’s made several things that are specifically for me, and he’s so proud of himself when he shows them to me. I feel like it’s sort of romantic to think of him slaving over some invention just to make me happy.
    Adam waited until date number five to drop the inventor bomb on me. I guess he figured I’d think it was too weird and go running for the hills, which wasn’t entirely inaccurate. At least he has good insight into how weird it is.
    The way he told me was that he brought me a single red rose. He’d given me roses before, but this time when I brought the rose close to my face to inhale its scent, it started playing Peter Frampton’s “Baby I Love Your Way.” That’s one of my favorite songs, a fact I didn’t even remember having shared with him. He must have asked my friends what songs I liked.
    “There’s a metal chip that senses the heat of your face and plays music,” Adam informed me, somewhat shyly.
    I looked at the rose in amazement. “Where did you get it?”
    “I made it,” he said, as if anything else would have been ridiculous. Then he added, “For you.”
    “You made it yourself?” I asked, still incredulous. I twirled the rose between my thumb and index finger. “Like, from scratch?”
    “Well, I didn’t mine the metal from the earth myself,” he said. “But yeah, sort of from scratch. I like doing that kind of thing. Inventing new stuff.”
    “Wow,” I said.
    “Hmm,” Adam said. “When you say ‘wow,’ does that mean ‘wow’ as in ‘my boyfriend is too incredible for words’ or ‘wow’ as in ‘I had no idea my boyfriend was such a loser geek’?”
    “The first one,” I told him, smelling the rose again as Peter Frampton’s music filled my ears. It smelled good and it played music. Truth be told, I fell a little bit in love at that moment. I mean, my boyfriend invented something for me. How cool is that?
    Most of Adam’s inventions are minor, little devices he rigs up.