Yup.
Wayne greeted everyone as he walked to the front of the room where I sat. He grinned as he held out a hand in greeting. “Mr. Winston? Thanks so much for sacrificing your free time to help us this summer.”
I shook his hand, aware how rough mine was compared to his lightly calloused palm, and replied gruffly, “It’s Logan, please.”
“Fine. Logan. Call me Wayne, if you like. We’re pleased to have you with us. Aren’t we, class?” he said, pitching his voice to address the students.
There were nods and grins from both sexes which made me decidedly uncomfortable. I hoped I wouldn’t have to fend off advances from sixty-year-old ladies or gentlemen. My heart couldn’t take it. Or any other part of me. Marco might call me an ageist. Perhaps I needed to work on that.