Miss, my foot!

"Miss Ruffalo, I'm leaving early today. You can too. See you later" - Ian

Isabella stared at the note in her hand and frowned. Miss Ruffalo? Was Ian avoiding her? She had no idea. Yesterday, their discussion had been side tracked and then, later, when he'd dropped her home, they'd almost done it in the car itself. It was like he'd been unable to keep his hands off her. Meanwhile her brain seeemed to have crashed and stopped working.

This morning, she'd come with the intention of clarifying things, only to be met with Miss Erica. And since then... Ian had been avoiding her. She'd waited a few minutes into the lunch break, hoping he'd come out and probably give them a chance to talk but he had not. She'd been disappointed but had consoled herself that they would be going home together as they always did, so it was going to be okay. But here it was. He'd asked her to leave for the day... with a note...