Maureen taps your shoulder “Hey. Wait. I... I think I have something to help…” She hands you a note “that’s fantastic.*” i say softly “You think so? I mean, I-l hoped you'd think so. I just wasn't sure.” she mutters as she looks down, i turn to her “i do, I really do… What are we talking about again?.” She looks up “Your, your writer's block. I... wrote this for you.” she points to the note, I move to put it in my pocket “Oh, I-it's probably better if you, read it out loud.” I take the paper out “Here are some ideas for your series, 'cause I know you've been getting a lot of queries. "I can tell you've been feeling stressed. Perhaps that's because you're repressed. May I suggest you pander to your audience with more girl-on-girl stuff? It's not rocket science.” I look up at her “That’s not a pur-“ “Pure Rhyme? I know… There’s more… Go on..” I clear my throat and continue “Why not let me be helpful? You might have noticed I'm eligible." “Yes. Another slanted rhyme.” Maureen says softly “Keep going.” Again, I look down at the paper and continue reading. "If you need to research the activities, I'd be happy to join you, as I have homo proclivities.” My eyes widen as i read the last bit, I look up at her and tilt my head, I’m about to speak and- “You don't have to say anything.” Maureen murmurs “Please don't. I-it would be, um... too much for me.” She tugs at the collar of her khaki shirt nervously. She steps closer to me “I'm gonna be in the broom closet tonight......after dinner. I hope you'll meet me.” She leans in and kisses my cheek, before she grabs onto the pole in front of the both of us, grabs onto it, twirls around it and then shuffles away.