Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 44.

I called Devina the following morning directly after breakfast, keeping the excitement from my voice. I felt silly, but didn’t want to betray the fact that I was looking forward to hearing her. After all, I didn’t wish to seem too eager.

The phone rang a few times, and just as I thought it was about to click over to voice mail, Devina came on the line.

“Oh, it’s you Andrea,” she said seeming disappointed. “I thought it was someone else.”

‘Ok,’ I thought to myself, ‘not exactly an auspicious start, but let’s see where this goes.’

“Devina,” I said, “Veronica told me to call you. Is there something I can help you with?”

I tried to keep from talking too fast. I could hear the timbre of my voice climbing. I’m sure you know how it is. You get excited and just want to babble on, but don’t want to seem an idiot. And all the while I could almost see her aloof expression before me. How was it that she could turn me on just by ignoring me, her face so purposeful and yet full of disdain. It seemed reminiscent of being in class as a child, hoping I’d be the one picked to answer the question I knew the answer to, though it didn’t matter how high I put my hand, the teacher would look right through me.