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The receptionist nervously lowered her head back towards her textbook, her face nearly as red as mine. I quickly sprinted around the corner and fumbled my shirt back on. I can’t believe I had done that. Admittedly she probably sees shirtless guys all the time as the gym receptionist. But that didn’t make it appropriate for me to do. I felt so insecure walking back to my dorm. I wasn’t used to anybody seeing me even half-naked, well, except Janie, that is. Even with football I usually waited until I got home to get changed unless I was the last one on the field.I still had a few hours to kill before practice started. So I decided to visit my only “friend” in college (living that is), Miss Burrow. I had done this the week prior as well, a habit I had gotten myself into the day of orientation. I was still very unfamiliar with the campus and had gotten completely lost. Miss Burrow had seen me apparently go down the same hall half a dozen times before she ushered me to her desk.”You’re Göztepe Escort lost, aren’t you, young man?””W-well I-“”It’s alright, no need to be ashamed. It is a rather large school after all. Where are you looking to be?””Uhm…dormitory 2?” I answered nervously, frantically looking through the many papers I was holding.She tried to hide her smirk, unsuccessfully. “It would help if you were in the right building.”She could clearly see how stressed I was, and unlike most of the other staff I had met, she actually met my anxiety with sympathy rather than irritation. The library wasn’t too busy when I arrived. Only a few students doing a bit of cramming before the weekend, and one that looked to be using a history textbook as a pillow while he snoozed.“Afternoon,” I announced my presence, plopping a cup of tea on her desk. She never seemed to eat anything, but always had a lukewarm mug next to her keyboard. I thought she might appreciate Göztepe Escort Bayan a fresh one.“Is this for me? Oh, such a sweet young man.”We chatted idly for the next hour and change. Stressful lectures, misbehaving students, nothing overly important or even interesting, for that matter. It was an odd relationship, but one I appreciated nonetheless. “So how’s the ghost, Frank?” I nearly choked on my lunch. She dropped this abruptly during a conversation about her plans for the winter holiday. While I cleared my throat, I saw a slight grin across her lips. Cheeky.“Uhm…pardon?”“Oh come now, Frank. I didn’t assume you asked me earlier this week without reason. You’ve seen something, haven’t you?”My heart was in my throat, or maybe some of my lunch was still caught in there. Should I tell her about Janie? Not everything, obviously; that would be weird. But maybe just that I’d seen her at least? Talked with her…sort of? What was Escort Göztepe said wasn’t exactly a conversation.“I…I may have…things have definitely been weird. I can say that much for sure.”“Is it how they say? Does she look like a bedsheet with two holes cut out for eyes? Or do things move about in your room when you aren’t there?’“N-no, no nothing like that. I have actually…seen her. A couple of times actually, though I didn’t know it was Janie at first.”“Is that why you came to me before? You saw her but weren’t quite certain?”“Kinda, yeah.” I looked at the clock: quarter past one. I should get going; there was one more thing I wanted to get done before practice.“I’ve got to head out, Miss Burrow. See you soon?”“Of course, dear, you know where to find me.”Talking about her and what had been happening was…off-putting to say the least. I wasn’t sure if Miss Burrow was just messing with me or legitimately curious. Besides, I liked having her as just my little secret. She was one of the only things getting me through college so far after all.“She said the same thing to me too, Frank.” Miss Burrow called after me as I was midway through the door.“What’s that?”She turned to face me, that smirk returning. “She said that only her friends called her Janie.”