It's Friday evening in Chicago, and people all over the city are looking for a bit of a challenge, or at least something to occupy their time for a while.
Ananya Chinnamalai strides down the front steps of the Field Museum, her high heels clicking on the marble steps. She mutters as she tugs at a dangling diamond earring, readjusting it and
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She walks up to the counter when she sees him behind it and leans against the front of it with her elbows on top and her head in her hands.
"Hey, Fabio! I like this store you have! It looks totally even more awesome than the fliers made it seem. Very cool! Do you remember me? We met at the bookstore. You were handing out fliers and I like helped? It was very good times! Totally meant to make it over here earlier but school's been riding me like a cowboy rides a bronco at a rodeo." Elizabeth looks around the items behind the counter with curiosity, leaning back on her heels as she glances up at the ceiling and then looks back at him.
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And then he really focuses on her, sensing a bit of turmoil. "...Is there something I can help you with, now that you're here?"
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"Uhm. Maybe. You're all knowledgeable about aspects of love, right? Not that I'm trying to imply that I'm in love with... anybody. Just that love is a word to describe that sort of stuff in uhm... in life."
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"I'm something of a help, yes," he replies, resting his forearms on the counter and leaning in a bit. "And I do agree 'love' is a catchall phrase. Why don't you tell me about it?"
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"Well, you see there's this guy that I've met with before. A couple times before. He offered to teach me chess, and I don't even care about chess, but I was like so excited to get to learn from... him. I don't know why. It just- He made me feel all-" Her face gets hot just thinking about him, and she knows that there must be a blush there, again. Elizabeth presses her lips together and points at her face. "Like this. And then he told me to go home the other day, and that almost made me cry! I mean, how ridiculous is that, you know? But he's all like attractive and stuff? Like he makes me- Uhm. All wooh! you know? Swooney and stuff, especially like when he touches my arm or something. It's like he sets it on fire, and I guess- I don't know. I forget where I was going with uhm all of this."
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