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Amelie Autina walked into a quaint boutique downtown, a friend of hers had mentioned that they carried vintage designer jewellery; a coveted item for any girl’s jewellery box. She browsed the glass case at the front, admiring the collection. While she was debating buying a floral pink crystal necklace, a man by the name Spencer Campbell entered the shop. He perused the selection of menswear in stock. Ami turned around and spied the man. “Mr. Campbell, funny seeing you here” “Oh, hello Amelie. Yes, it is always so odd to see students outside of class,” “I suppose it is, what are you looking for?” “Something suitable to wear to my sister’s wedding this summer,” “You won’t find it here. You should try Stripes, the suit store next door,” “I suppose you would be the expert, you are always well dressed,” Ami was both flattered and confused by the teacher’s comment. “Okay, well I don’t suppose you have a price range?” Ami began to head towards the exit, “What, oh please. I love to dress people up. Consider it an extra credit assignment” Spencer cautiously followed her out of the boutique.

If there was one thing Ami enjoyed it was helping people shop. She and Spencer spent almost two hours finding a suit. “I wish there was something I could do to thank you Ami” “Please, it’s my immense pleasure. But I wouldn’t mind something to eat,” “I’m not sure…” “It’s just lunch, none of the teachers live around here anyways. Please, soup or something, I hate eating at restaurants alone” Spencer bent from Ami’s iron will and they headed to a deli around the corner. A song by The Grits played as they ate, “This is an interesting song” Spencer commented. “Yeah, it is” “I’ll be right back, bathroom” Spencer excused himself. Ami sat at the table and then got up with devilish intentions. She waited outside the washrooms in a darkly lit hallway, divided from the deli by a beaded curtain. Spencer was slightly shocked to find her there waiting. “Riddle me this, for a physics teacher, you are surprisingly not an old curmudgeon, why is that?” Ami fiddled with the v-neck of her top as she spoke. “I, uh, well, graduated top of my class and it was suggested to me that I consider teaching,” Ami took a small step closer, “What would you being doing if you weren’t teaching,” “Probably working for my PhD” “Ah,” It was obvious what Ami’s end game was, she wasn’t 100% sure as to why she had decided to go after her teacher, but it was obviously working. “That sound’s terribly boring,” “Writing a PhD thesis is a lot of work,” “Hmm,” Ami lightly placed a hand on his chest, and stood inches from him. Spencer eagerly closed the gap.