I headed toward Jesse’s office to drop off his breakfast, and he was, surprisingly, already in there, looking rather suave in a suit and tie. He always wore a shirt and tie, but it wasn’t often that he paired it with a suit jacket. “How the hell did you beat me here?” I asked in a loud whisper. “The advantages of being a dude. I even got a shower in.” “Thanks for that image,” I said, relishing it as I noticed that he hadn’t shaved. He grinned as I set down his coffee and oatmeal. “Thanks,” he said. “Hey, can you close the door for a second?” I nodded and followed his request. He nodded to the chair where the students usually sat when they visited his office, and I sat in it. “Are we, uh¸ telling people?” I shook my head. “Let’s not. I told Quinn, but she won’t tell anybody.”
