Loving Adam

Chapter 5

I wake up the next morning with a big smile on my face. I take a long shower in the fancy NY hotel bathroom with fancy-smelling soaps, dry my hair the way Barbara taught me to (upside down for volume, darling), and put on my new makeup ritual. I thought I look nice, and this turquoise A-line dress surely gives me a new level of confidence.

I walk down to the ballroom where they hold the opening event, looking forward to see Adam again. Last night we parted at the elevator and I remember his smiling face as he says good night.

After I register my name, I walk straight to our table. Adam is already sitting there, looking gorgeous with a crisp white shirt, dark denim, and a khaki oxford jacket.

"Hey-llo," he greets me with a smile. He pulls the chair next to him so I can sit.

"Hi," I say. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very well," he says, "You look... different."

I blush.

He chuckles, "I love it when you look embarassed like that. It's very cute."

Cute?

Some more people came to our table and the event started with a speech from the Minister of Education. When he concludes, he says, "It will be my great honour to hear all of your speeches tomorrow. Your assigned topics can be found no further than underneath your plate. Thank you again for coming and enjoy the rest of the day."

The room is filled with noise. Noise of people lifting their plates at the same time and screams of joy, disappointments, and fear after finding out what their topics were. 

I lift my plate slowly. There is a piece of pink paper underneath. I read it.

"Oh man...." I hear Adam sighs beside me. "I got immigration reform!"

I look at Adam. He looks panic. "I have no idea what immigration reform is. What did you get?"

I was about to answer, but all of a sudden, a girl stops by our table. She looks at Adam and says, "Did I hear you correctly? Immigration reform? Oh, that's like, my favorite topic ever!"

This tanned girl, in a pretty white dress and gold strappy heels is putting her fingers on Adam's right shoulder.

"I was chosen by my school to be the Ambassador of immigration reform to help inspire kids my age. You see, I use the hashtag on my Twitter all the time and I have like, 6,000 followers," she shows Adam her iPhone, and her well-manicured nails.

"Wow," Adam says, "I can see that you're really... active on social media."

"Well, immigration reform is sort of my passion. And for things I am passionate about, I could be really aggressive," she flashes a smile to Adam.

Oh please.

"Great, so you can help me with my speech then?" Adam lifts his hand and wraps his hand around her waist.

He did not just touch her like that!

"It will be my pleasure," she says, giggling, "But there is a problem..."

"What's that?" says Adam, his hand is still around her waist.

"I could be a really..." she looks right into Adam's lips, "Bad, bad teacher."

"I am sure..." Adam smiles.

"This afternoon session is not mandatory," the girl says, "Why don't we go to my room and start working on our speeches?"

"Sure," Adam says, standing up.

And just like that, Adam leaves me alone in my seat.

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