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haul your skinny carcass out of bed.”
    “It’s so cold out. I don’t wanna get up,” she whined. “Can you sign me up for the same day as you? I betcha Mr. Shmexy TA won’t know I haven’t signed up myself if you use a different pen and maybe change the writing a bit, right? I doubt he’d be that much of a tight ass to care, anyway.”
    I laughed at her apathy and her new moniker for Daniel. Mr. Shmexy summed him up quite nicely. “Well, since he’s standing right here, that could be tricky, sweetness,” I told her.
    Daniel looked over, realizing he was the subject of our discussion.
    “Hang on a minute, Jul.” I turned to Daniel. “My friend wants to know if you’d care if I sign up on her behalf.”
    He smirked as he swung around to close and lock the seminar room door. “I sense you’re the kind of person who’d do anything for a friend, Miss Price. Be careful, though,” he said. “‘ For some must watch, while some must sleep: thus runs the world away .’”
    He made a show of drinking an imaginary cup of something to indicate he was off in search of coffee. I have to say, Julie was right on the money with the term tight ass , although I was probably interpreting her expression in a slightly different way.
    I took a few seconds to pull myself together. After all, it’s not every day the guy you’ve had a hot sex dream about smirks at you while quoting Shakespeare’s Hamlet . I finally remembered the phone in my hand and cut short my starry-eyed musings.
    “Hey, Jul, I’m signing us up for Friday, okay?” I said, quickly filling our names in on the third sheet.
    “Thanks so much. Listen, I can be at Hart House in fifteen minutes if you still want to grab a cup of coffee. I’ll throw on some clothes, okay?”
    “Sounds good.” I was already making my way to the exit. “I’ll go over now and see you when you get there.”
    “Thanks, Aubrey, you’re the best. I won’t be long,” she promised.
    I dashed from University College to the Hart House coffee shop and ordered a small mug of coffee and a blueberry muffin. I claimed a table for two away from the draft of the doors and settled in to enjoy my breakfast while waiting for Julie.
    As I nibbled on the muffin, I wondered how Matt was feeling. The apartment had been dead quiet when I’d left, both he and Joanna still sleeping. I’d hated seeing him so distraught the day before. He’d get over it, but breaking up was never easy.
    Almost as bad as dealing with feelings that aren’t reciprocated in the first place, I mused, and before the thought had properly gelled in my mind, there he was, Mr. Unrequited himself, standing in line for his own hit of java. I turned away, hoping to escape his notice. I’d already made enough of a fool of myself for one day.
    I sent Matt a good morning text, and as I twisted around to put my phone back in my pocket, Daniel walked past me. Sitting down at a nearby table with his back to me, he pulled a pile of papers and his laptop from his bag. He shrugged off his jacket, and when he turned to put it on the back of his chair our eyes met. He tilted his head to the side and smiled. Gosh, I loved that dimple. Picking up his coffee, he stood and sauntered over to my table.
    “Are you following me?” I teased.
    Yeah, that’s rich, Aubrey .
    “That would be challenging, Miss Price, since I left first ,” he replied, his cheek puckering tartly.
    “Hmm. I suppose you have a point there,” I said, trying not to pay too much attention to him licking his lips and rubbing his thumb along his jaw.
    “So, mission accomplished?” he asked, tilting his head back toward University College.
    “Yep. Friday it is,” I said.
    “Very good.” He leaned over with his coffee mug, clinking it against mine. “Well, cheers. I’ll see you tomorrow at the lecture.”
    He started to turn away, but before he could get too far, I said, “ ‘For some must watch, while some must sleep: thus runs the world away .’ Hamlet,