“You pompous, supercilious—”
Putnam started. “I’m nothing of the kind!” He must have realized from the look Jason gave him that he’d said the wrong thing. “That is to say…physiological chemistry could be your calling,” he assured Jason “I’d be more than happy to be your advisor.”
“I’m not changing my advisor, and I won’t have an affair with you.” Jason spoke loudly enough that the couple at the next table overheard him, and they glanced his way with interest. He lowered his voice, but not by much. “If you don’t stop harassing me, Dr. Putnam, I’ll have no recourse but to lodge a complaint against you.”
Dr. Putnam glanced around and turned bright red when he saw the attention they were attracting. “But—”
“I have to go. Thank you for the Frappuccino and the lemon pound cake.”
“But—”
“You’re repeating yourself.”