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kitchen；　Googling　Hollis。　She’d　found　out　he　ran　track　in　high　school；　that　his　mom　was　a　sociology　and　gender　studies　professor　at　UCLA；　his　dad　was　a　pioneer　in　philanthropic　microlending　to　developing　countries；　and　that　he’d　won　several　film　contests　as　an　undergrad。　He’d　also　showed　up　in　a　couple　Tribeca　Film　Festival　party　photos；　above　the　caption　“The　Sexy　Side　of　Celluloid。”

She　couldn’t　stop　thinking　about　him。　She　wondered　what　his　bedroom　looked　like　and　if　he　had　a　girlfriend　and　what　he　was　doing　now。　And；　of　course；　what　he　thought　of　the　kiss。

The　kiss。

It　shouldn’t　have　happened。　Vanessa　knew　that。　She’d　immediately　broken　it　off　and　run　all　the　way　down　the　four　flights　of　stairs　and　hailed　a　cab。　It　wasn’t　until　she　was　halfway　home　that　she’d　realized　she’d　left　her　video　camera　at　his　apartment。　She’d　sent　him　a　quick　e…mail　asking　him　to　drop　it　off　at　the　Cantor　Film　Center；　where　she’d　pick　it　up　next　semester；　but　hadn’t　heard　anything　back。　Which　was　a　good　thing。　Maybe　Hollis　regretted　the　kiss　just　as　much　as　she　did。　After　all；　Dan　would　be　back　in　a　few　days—back　for　good。　They　were　about　to　start　a　new　life　together。　Entertaining　a　crush　on　her　former　TA　was　not　a　promising　start。

The　loud　screech　of　the　buzzer　yanked　Vanessa　out　of　her　reverie。　She　slid　off　the　steel　stool　and　ran　over　to　the　ancient　inter　system。

“Hello？”　she　asked　curiously。　Maybe　it　was　one　of　Rufus’s　Beat　poet　friends。　They　sometimes　stopped　by　without　warning。

“Vanessa？”　a　gravelly　voice　asked。　Hollis。　Fuck。　Why　had　he　e　here？　Was　he　stalking　her？

Asks　the　girl　who’s　spent　the　entire　afternoon　on　a　Googlefest。

“Hey；”　Vanessa　said。　She　tried　to　sound　casual；　but　it　came　out　more　like　a　bark。

“I　have　y