I am alone in the kitchen, preparing a birthday cake for one of the students, and in comes Jeffrey.
"I was thinking about you and I brought you this." He presents me with a advertisement mailer for Chili's Grill and Bar Restuarant.
"Yeah, I was thinking about you," he continues on. Jeffrey starts making a muscle; his fingers roll repeatedly over his flexed bicep.
"I was thinking about you so I brought you this Chili's paper. Have you ever..." He trails off, still feeling his muscle and staring vacantly out the window.
"I'm just lifting these weights today, last night."
He leaves the room.
I hear him mumble to himself, "Come on, Jeffrey, think of something."