“Mr. Johns,” Jordan said glancing down the hall toward the student lounge full of students hanging out on leather recliners, “are you alright? You seem pretty stressed lately.”
Almost startled he looked up. “…It’s that obvious huh?”
“Um…Yeah…” she said making motions that it was beyond obvious.
“Listen Jordan – I’ve got some pretty heavy stuff weighing on me right now…it’s adult stuff though and it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to share it with you. I’m really sorry I can’t really give you my full attention right now. Truly. But I am still very proud of you and I’m sure your story will do very well in the contest.” He muscled a smile to this particular girl who needed male attention. And it was extremely hard for him to say the things he said as calmly as he did. The political drama swirling in his life had been almost unbearable over the past few days – and Jordan only reminded him of it.
“Ok Mr. Johns. Well I’m sorry you’re so stressed…I’ll send up a prayer for you, for what it’s worth. Thanks again for all your help.” She wandered off toward the bus-loading zone.
That was super weird. I wonder what’s eating him?
