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I flinched as Mr. Miller nuzzled against my shoulder. Something here wasn't right. *Yeah,* I thought. *Maybe because you're middle aged English teacher is snuggling against you shoulder while you cook him lasagna! In his house!! At 8:45 PM!!!*
I gently tried to inconspicuously reach away from Mr. Miller as I ladled the sauce onto the bottom of a clear glass casserole dish. Apparently he got the message and went over to the sink to wash some plates. I silently placed the layers of sauce, cheese and noodles in the dish and then wrapped it with aluminum foil. I popped into the oven and turned the dial to 350.
I looked over to Mr. Miller. He had washed two plates and 2 glasses. He silently got a couple of napkins and forks and walked over to the small table in the living room. I bit my lip and thought about whether I had offended him or not.
As he silently laid out the dishes on the table, I approached and sweetly tapped him on the shoulder. "Hmm?" He asked, smiling a little. "I was just going to apolo-."
I was interrupted by Mr. Miller's hand, which he put up commandingly. "What did I tell you about apologizing, Amethyst?"
I shrunk back and puffed out my lip a bit. "But you did look offended. I just thought maybe I said something wrong?"
"Why would I be offended?" he inquired, daring me to go further.
I looked into his eyes and decided against it. "Nevermind," I mumbled.
I began to walk back towards the kitchen. He chuckled and followed me, putting his hands in his pockets. "No, no. I wanna hear what you had to say," he pressed.
"Nothing," I muttered uncomfortably. I opened the oven to check on the pan, only to have two arms grip my waist and pull me away.
"No, you're going to tell me what you mean," Mr. Miller laughed as I was pulled off the floor and closer to him. He twisted me around and looked me in the eye, raising his eyebrows.
I looked at him and realized I wasn't going to be put down unless he received an answer. I squirmed a little and said, "I just thought that that you were offended when I moved away."
His smile left his face and he placed me on the floor. He nodded his head and said, "Yeah I was a bit offended. But I'm not one to hold grudges."
"Oh, that's good," I said, giving him a wry smile.
"Yeah," he said quietly. There was a long silence before he said, as he preoccupied himself with ringing out a dish cloth, "I just thought we were on the same page, I guess."
I froze and turned to him. He was silently twisting water out of the cloth, his hands as red with pressure as his face with embarrassment. I turned back to the oven and accidentally forgot to put on an oven mitt as I reached out to check take out the dish. I yelped and jumped back, shouting, "OW!" as I impulsively flung my hand into my mouth.
