Byron Montgomery

Did you get my message?

Um, Aria this is, uh, Meredith Sorenson.

I'm so glad I ran into you.

Byron?

You can't avoid seeing people, sweetie.

You should read her biography next.

What's his name again?

Your English teacher. Do you like him?

my daughter.

The father-worship thing becomes a lot clearer.

- It's a small college. - Mm, not small enough.

Do you like your teacher?

- if you got me another one of these. - Uh, the poppy seed? We'll split it.

Yes I did, and I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to call you back.

To what, write a novel?

Hey! Hi. How you doing?

I'll check out that biography at school. What's it called?

You've got it in you.

I can't pretend like she doesn't exist, Aria.

She's now a teaching assistant.

Not mine, but her office is across the hall.

Make sure your father doesn't drink all my coffee, please.

uh, my department, and this is Aria,

I'll bring it home. It might inspire you.

Yeah, I've got, like, 60-some pages left, and I don't want it to end.