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it.
     
     
    “Well, Mr. Evans, I don’t negotiate with terrorists,” I replied, surprising myself with how well I kept a straight face.
     
     
    I turned on my heel and headed for the kitchen, where I spent another agonizing three hours…
     
     
    Normally, I wouldn’t have been in such a rush to get to the center, but out of desperation to get my sheet back, I paced myself. Despite saying I wasn’t interested in his proposition, I wanted my work back.
     
     
    I walked into the building, finding no one behind the counter.
     
     
    I found a note taped to the desk from Nina, saying that Carlos was stocking the storage room and that she needed to run to the hospital because she wanted to set up a blood drive. Deciding to pass the time, I turned on iTunes and pressed the shuffle button, hoping I’d get a song I liked, and not one of Nina’s trumpety salsa songs.
     
     
    I got lucky, singing along and swaying my hips about.
     
     
    I heard clapping behind me, slowly turning my head to face my audience.
     
     
    Please be Nina, please be Nina, please be Nina...
     
     
    Fox stood there, with his hair damp and sticking to his forehead and his chest shiny with sweat beneath his American Red Cross shirt.
     
     
    “Nice voice.” He winked at me as he walked toward the counter. Setting his backpack on the granite, he reached in and pulled out a water bottle.
     
     
    “Nice shorts,” I scowled, glaring at him. They were unusually tight. He took a few long, leisurely gulps of his water.
     
     
    “I knew you’d like them.”
     
     
    “They’re not uniform policy.”
     
     
    “Nina approved,” he shrugged.
     
     
    “I highly doubt that.”
     
     
    “Well she did, since I have to be here at four, Coach said I have to stay active and work as hard as I do at practice,” he explained, actually serious.
     
     
    “Coach?”
     
     
    He nodded, and when I gave him a quizzical look, he added, “I run track.”
     
     
    Of course.
     
     
    My m outh formed in the shape of an O and then I walked back to computer. He hopped onto the counter, making himself comfortable.
     
     
    “So. Where’s my list?” I muttered as nonchalantly as possible, closing iTunes and turning to look at him.
     
     
    “What list?” he asked, feigning innocence.
     
     
    “Oh, puh-lease,” I rolled my eyes, “This is the last time I’m gonna ask.”
     
     
    “Good, it’s getting annoying,” he sighed.
     
     
    I shoved him off the counter and he smirked, “You called me a terrorist! And now you want it back?”
     
     
    “Yeah, you’re holding my paper hostage, and I can guarantee nothing bad will happen to you if you just hand it over. Now ,” I emphasized the last word, as my patience wearing thin.
     
     
    “You gonna use force, Em?” he asked, smiling devilishly as he stepped closer to me.
     
     
    “You are such a pig.”
     
     
    “The acce pted vernacular is Fox, babe,” he laughed.
     
     
    I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up in the air in defeat.
     
     
    It had to come to this…
     
     
    He walked over to me, and then I saw it. My chance!
     
     
    I caught him off guard and ran for his backpack, snatching it off the counter and running for the girl’s bathroom.
     
     
    He caught up fast, though. He was right on my heels, and my heart was racing as I slipped into the safety of the bathroom. I placed the backpack on the sink and opened it up. The sound of the swinging door made me jump.
     
     
    “This is the little girl’s room, you pervert,” I stated, trying to stall him as I rummaged through the contents of his bag.
     
     
    “You stole my bag, this is an exception,” he countered as he stepped into the bathroom fully, clearly ignoring my comment.
     
     
    The door closed behind him, and my heart skipped a beat.
     
     
    Awkward.
     
     
    “Yeah, well you stole my paper first,” I murmured, afraid of the sudden flicker of excitement in his emerald eyes.
     
     
    I risked breaking eye contact to