Helen

She’s beautiful! How do I know her? Who cares, she’s beautiful and standing outside my office door.

“Hello. Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Hey, handsome! I’m going to let you take me out to dinner!”

“Well, uh, I was actually fixing to head home. I have papers to grade. But, okay. I do need to eat dinner. Let me get my coat!”

How do I know this woman? Is she one of my students? No, my students don’t look like that. I’ve seen her somewhere before. Do I have amnesia? Was I in an accident? Am I dreaming?

“I like your office, Professor!”

I like your…uh…(glances at breasts)…your red hat!”

“haha! Let’s go!

She has the face of a model! No, an actress. I knew I’ve seen her before! That’s it!! She’s Mad…

“So, Professor. You know I don’t expect you remember my name.”

“Huh? Of course, I do! You’re …”

“…Mae. All the way Mae, they call me.” She winks.

The two of them smile at each other. Meanwhile, somewhere across town, poor Helen is still looking for her red hat.