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And that was the cherry on top of my day; I had to actually talk to hiain No et coht hi me up and down like some sort of display in a ht be for the best His eyes stopped on htly Typical ht I quickly crossedhis eyes to shift back up "We should probably get started on this project I want ason Wednesday"

"Well, why don’t you start by telling me your name? The whole class already knows mine" He started to tap the eraser of his pencil on his nose while looking right at et lost in theet me into a lot of trouble

"My narew up in Greenwich, Connecticut and right now I’ in Pre-Med, but my dream is to become a Graphic Artist which is why I slipped this class intoelse?" I re Dane Wright at the top of e I couldn’t believe I just told hi I usually admitted out loud, but for so back now

"Why are you Pre-Med if what you really want to be a Graphic Artist? Lots of people end up changing their major, but that’s quite a stretch" I didn’t look up at him, but I could see out of the corner ofnotes I tried to discreetly peek over his ar, but couldn’t read his handwriting I would love to knohat he thought of me after all of this

"I have no desire to be a doctor My father is a doctor and my sister just completed her residency In my family, if you have a brain that’s what you’re expected to do My parents are paying for e tuition so If I switched I would have to take care of everything otiation" His brows drew together as he shook his head at e was in order "Tell ht here in the city I’ to return to school andof myself I really don’t want to work in a barthat I’ht and re his tattoo-covered arms I couldn’t make out all of thee of various ioing until he couldn’t fit anymore on his ar about the coloring and pattern made me want to explore every inch of his arn your tattoos?" I asked I wanted to reach out and touch his marked skin But I didn’t

"Yeah, I drew theon tattoo on el with my sister’s name on the other The other stuff just kind of happened out of boredoel tattoo with his sister’s name on it, but I felt it wasn’t any of my business He must have noticed my hesitancy because he continued "Jenna died when I was nine; she was five Moht, hitting the rear passenger side directly where an to twirl his pencil on top of his notebook again His face showed vulnerability and under his hard exterior, I saw so honest and sincere when he talked about his sister I could only i would cause

I placed my hand on his forearm "I’m sorry," I whispered I meant it My sister and I were very different, but I would be torn to shreds if I lost her

"Enough about me, tell me a little more about yourself How old are you?" There was a deep sadness in his voice, but it was obvious he was trying to push it down and hide it All of a sudden having my hand on him felt really aard so I quickly removed it

"I turned 19 over winter break," I said as I picked upon my notebook "What kind of art do you do, Dane?"

"I sculpt with metal Sometimes I weld, sometimes I use fire to heat the metal and then hit it with a ha is the et to use power tools," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at ot their manicured hands dirty and here was one who defined his lanced up from my paper "I’ve never seen anyone do a metal sculpture before I’d like to watch that sometime"

"You can coue over his upper lip I should be appalled by the underlyingof his words, but I couldn’t take rin that for