Cat crossed her arms over her admittedly small chest and frowned. "Gee thanks, Paj. You think just because a girl doesn't have big tits, she can't turn a guy on?"

Paj shrugged, his face turning slightly red as he cleared his throat. "Cat, we prolly shouldn't be talking about this. I know the bell rang already, but technically I'm still a teacher, and you…"

"I'm just some skinny girl who can't get a man's attention, yeah yeah." Cat hurriedly collected her books. "You know, being a teacher never stopped you from taking favors from Becky Watson."

"Hey, Missy, I never-" Paj started, turned redder.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say." She brushed past him toward the door.

"Cat!" he called after her, but his only answer was a bright rush of sunlight into the dim garage followed by a slamming door.

* * * *

"Are you Mr. Slater?" Cat peered curiously over her books at him. Taller than she'd expected. Older, too-she noted a few silver streaks in his dark hair as he leaned forward into the sunlight to open the screen door. It was his eyes that were interesting, though-dark blue and quietly watching.

"Miss Warren?" he inquired, and she couldn't help but smile to hear his accent. She found accents so interesting.

"You can call me Cat." She stepped into the foyer as he waved her in.

"Is that actually your name?" He looked a little surprised and slightly disappointed.

"Well, no… technically, no. It's Catherine. Although everyone calls me Cat, since I was little."

"Ah. Well, good to meet you, Catherine. Would you like some tea?" he offered. "You have to be cold in that." He nodded to her skirt and bare legs. She flushed, remembering her conversation with Paj. It was March, and she had run out of the garage without stopping at her locker for her jacket. Her books and crossed arms covered her chest, but she could feel how hard her nipples were from the cold.