"What were you for Halloween?" he asked, before my classmates arrived.
"A ladybug," I answered, happy he was interested.
After the semester ended, we exchanged emails every few months. Occasionally, Nate said things like, "You were in one of my dreams," or "That's a great picture of you." I noted these sentences with curiosity and exhilaration. I talked about books I was reading or how my new writing teachers gave me A-minuses. Two years after he was my teacher, and months after college graduation, I asked if he wanted to catch up in person.
He suggested drinks on a Thursday. We headed to a neighborhood bar.
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