All over me

It's Just Plants

Here I am, the first day of my senior year in college. God am I ready for this year to be over. I will soon be applying to Ph.D. programs, so I see no end in sight when it comes to school. I've always wanted to be a professor, but just recently I learned my passion for Botany and just being outdoors. The greenness calms me and seeing things that I know information about is comforting. 

Non-the-less, I have 8ams every day of the week this semester, a real freshman move there, Alex. A little bit about me, I am not a morning person. My first class of the day is physics, which I am not dreading completely but I probably should be. 

The class drug on because it is syllabus week and is filled with professors reading the same syllabus from 2012 that they refuse to make any changes to. Thankfully, I have something to look forward to. 

I am meeting with the Botany professor, Dr. Monroe. I had one of Dr. M's classes the year before and I have been thinking about her ever since. She has long dark brown hair and the cutest bangs. But if she heard someone calling her cute, she would probably look at them like they killed her cat. She has a gold-ringed eyebrow piercing on her left eyebrow and likes to wear these oddly adorable cat sneakers. 

Even though I have been looking at her and observing her since I took her class last year, I know she knows nothing about me. It took her probably a month to even learn my name. That tells me that nothing about me stood out to her. I mean, I am a 5'7" girl with dirty blond hair and the physic of what is left of a retired college soccer player. By retired, I mean that I quit after the first two years. I have a few tattoos but only two that are visible to others. Anyways, as I said, nothing special. Even if this is true, I am going into this meeting with the utmost confidence that she will remember me and I will get her to start thinking about me, because that is all I have been doing since I met her. 

The time of the meeting rolls around and I am so nervous. I can feel myself sweating, but thankfully I wore a black shirt so she couldn't tell. I take one final look in the mirror in the bathroom and head to her office. 

"Knock, Knock."  Her back was faced to me and all I could see was her long brown hair flowing down her back. 

She turned and said, "Oh Hi! Meredith, right? Come in and let's talk."

My heart was racing but I did as she told me to and sat directly across from her. She sat in this beautiful leather chair, and there I was, in a small cloth chair that made me feel small. 

She was wearing this gorgeous red dress. I could only see to her waist because of the desk between us but I knew it looked amazing on her. The dress hugged her breasts and I tried my best not to look. I did once and thankfully she did not notice. 

"So", she began, " you want to join my research team, correct?" 

I nodded. She smiled and continued, "Well from what I remember, you were a great student in my class last year, your attention to detail was perfect. I think I could really use someone like you on my team." 

I felt my lips start to move into the biggest smile I've ever had and she just looked back at me. She probably thought I looked like a child, getting excited over something so small. 

"Wow, thank you so much." I barely uttered out. 

"Are you okay? You're quiet."

"Oh, yes! I am more than okay. I am incredibly happy and so thankful for this opportunity." 

"Okay great! I have to get to class but I just wanted to meet to let you know that I'd love to work with you. We can meet again in the next couple of days in the field so I can see you work with your hands." 

I couldn't believe she just said that! I got up to leave, and I saw her look me up and down. I took this chance to say something that she would continue thinking about until the next time we saw each other. 

"Will you be wearing this red dress in the field? May get a little dirty while I'm showing you just how good I am with my hands. Tending to the roots and such." I said this with a laugh so it wouldn't be taken as directly as I really meant it but it didn't get past her. 

She blushed and then looked at me, slightly disapproving. I guess she was really just referring to my plot tending ability. I knew she understood what I was doing so I quickly left. I was so terrified that I went too far and ruined my chances of working with her! 

This is my first time trying to write a story like this! I would appreciate any help :) 

I hope you enjoy it and are looking forward to their next meeting!