Thirty-eight: MTOABB

MTOABB

Katelyn walks up to me with her notebook in her hand. She towers me as she comes to a standstill next to my seat.

“May I sit there.” She points at the seat next to mine - Gomes’ seat. It was his seat and only his. I didn't have permission to lend his seat to anyone. But then again he's not here - he wouldn't know. If he was here then he would be sitting in his seat, but is he here? -- No.

I am overthinking this - just say 'yes' and let the girl sit. That way you won't be much of a loner sitting all by yourself -- but in retrospect, I would be a loner whose mind is focused on the lesson occurring in front of the class. But then my eyes would gaze to my right to find that Gomes isn't there. My mind would then wonder and I'd let it, till the little bell chimes for the exit break.