Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive...

Over the dull roar of my engine and the background noise of a burned cd, he leaned over to ask me if today was the last day of my winter break 9-6 schedule. I said yes. And somewhere in the back of my mind, my theatrical side narrated the unspoken thickness in the air, that loaded dialog subtext, my "yes," which really meant, "Yes...after today, my life will fall neatly back into normal."