Galway Girl [Closed]

[SolitareLee]

"I'm not an idiot," she snarled. "You gave me a fake faculty card, because it said you worked in the humanities department. I have spoken to everyone short of the dean, and the only one who knew an Evan was more enamored with your oils and herbs than anything else. And furthermore, I know when--"

Her voice cut off abruptly when she felt his hand slide against the small of her back. She stiffened, her hands spasming where she gripped his sweater. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, clearly trying to contain herself from some act of great violence. "I try very hard not to break the limbs of witches, or mysterious things in general, Mr. Jackson, so I am going to give you five seconds to remove that hand from my back."