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belonged to the
most exclusive frats at college; boys who were heirs to family
fortunes, living on trust funds; guys who never seemed to have a
care in the world. Rami started into stories of his college years
and Mia forced herself to listen, not wanting to be rude to the man
who had paid to fix her car and asked her out on a date—even if she
hadn’t exactly wanted to accept the invitation. “Oh man, you should
have seem my mom’s face when I crashed the Lexus. She wanted me to
go without a car for a month!” Rami shook his head, laughing to
himself. “But my dad told her that it wasn’t right for me to be
seen walking around or taking the bus, it would bring the family’s
reputation down and people would think we were poor.”
     
    Mia drained her latte as
quickly as she could without appearing to gulp at it, feeling like
she needed an excuse to leave as soon as possible. Why in the world does he think all this is going
to impress me? Is he even trying to impress me, or does he just do
this with everyone? Mia smiled and nodded
at stories about the thousand-dollar bar bill that Rami had managed
to accrue on his twenty-first birthday, the apartment his parents
had bought and furnished for him when he graduated, the details of
a life so opulent she couldn’t begin to imagine living
it.
     
    But as their conversation
went on, Mia was surprised to find Rami’s stories included some
details she wouldn’t have expected—not from the man who’d called
her a stupid car-wrecking bitch, nor from the bragging man-child
she’d sat down for coffee with. “Spring break of final year, I went
on a trip with Habitat for Humanity,” he said, when she had tried
to open the topic of vacations, hoping that he would tell her
something about his family rather than what he spent his money on.
“I flew a bunch of the members of my frat down with me, and we
spent a week seeing which of us could work on the most
houses.”
     
    “That’s a good kind of
competition to have,” Mia said with a grin.
     
    “Well, we pretty much
competed over everything—you know how guys can be, when they’re in
a group together.” Mia nodded; she knew all too well.
     
    “How many did you rack
up?” She asked, raising one eyebrow slightly.
     
    “Eight! More than one a
day. I came in second to my friend Lachlan, but I got the
second-place prize we agreed on.”
     
    “And what was the prize?”
Mia asked.
     
    Rami grinned wryly. “It
was a pair of those water wings—you know, like they give to kids
when they’re learning to swim?” Mia laughed out loud.
     
    “OK… What was first
prize?”
     
    “A spice rack.” Mia shook
her head at the silliness of the prizes.
     
    “The idea was that we were
competing for the sake of it. The prizes were just a formality.”
Mia thought that with the kind of money the boys in Rami’s frat had
at their disposal, it was all well and good for them to compete
just for the sake of it; they needed something to keep things
interesting.
     
    “That’s great,” she said,
laughing again. She had finished her latte, but in spite of her
earlier misgivings, she suddenly didn’t want to leave. “That’s
really…” she chuckled.
     
    “God I just realized I’ve
been telling you all about me,” Rami said, bringing a hand to his
forehead. “I haven’t asked a thing about you, sorry. Please tell me
about yourself, Mia.” Mia shrugged, startled by the change in
tactics.
     
    “There’s not all that much
to tell,” she began, fumbling in her mind for something that might
be even a little relatable to the wealthy, somewhat spoiled man
sitting across from her. “I’ve been a teacher for three years,
working at the public school. Honestly, I don’t really have a
life!” Mia laughed nervously. “I don’t know if you’re aware how
much time teachers end up working outside of school
hours…”
     
    “Oh, it’s a ton, I know,”
Rami said, nodding. “I had to get tutoring from one of my