My eyes lazily pull themselves away from the professor lecturing us in the front of the auditorium to the digital clock on the wall. Its red, blocky numbers seemed like they would never change, frozen.

‘God, this sucks. It’s way too fucking early for class.’ I thought to myself, dreading life at this moment. 8:30 was just an ungodly hour to start talking about schizophrenia in my opinion. I folded my arms over my messily scrawled, half-hearted notes and laid my head down. I exhaled and was soon fast asleep.

This nap wasn’t going to last long, sadly, as I felt someone kick my foot. My head snapped up and I was expecting class to be over. Instead I saw a girl tripping over feet trying to get to one of the last seats in the lecture hall. I chuckled quietly to myself, but even that was short lived when I saw only 10 minutes had passed. I groaned inwardly and let my head fall to the desk again, with a loud thunk. I thought I heard someone laugh behind me but I didn’t care. I was exhausted, and this desk was comfortable enough for me.

Sometime later the bell rang, and in a sleepy haze I gathered my things and stumbled out of the aisle way towards the exit where another 200 students anxiously waited to file in. There was some light chatter in the class as we left, but for the most part we acted like zombies. This was a drastic change to all the kids chattering excitedly about rumors and gossip just outside the class. I muttered darkly to myself and headed towards a café just off of campus. It was freezing, outside, of course and I shrugged on my second hooded sweatshirt and zipped it up. As I stepped outside a cold wind cut through it causing me to shiver. I walked at a brisk pace towards refuge from the wind, and what would soon be rain. I was crossing the crosswalk when I heard someone shout for “Hey you” to wait up. I kept walking though, not wanting to have to listen to more gossip. I took a few more steps until I felt someone grip my arm. I turned, confused and saw that it was the girl who had awoken me earlier from my sleep.

“Um, can I help you?” I asked, confusion dancing across my face.

“Oh! No, I just noticed you left this behind in class. Didn’t want you to lose it.” It was the notebook with my poorly written notes and more doodles than anything.

“Uh, thanks, I guess. You really didn’t have to” I laughed lightly “I’m afraid I’m not the most avid note taker.” I paused for a second before continuing “Would you like a coffee, perhaps? It’s the least I could do”

“I, um, sure.” She said with a small, nervous grin.

We continued down the sidewalk in silence before I couldn’t take the tension anymore.

I opened my mouth to say something and started talking at the same time as her

“So whats your maj–”

“How do you li–”

My voice drowned in my throat, smothered by a nervous laugh.

“I’m sorry” I said, shaking my head “Go ahead”

“Oh! Ok! I was just going to ask how you were enjoying that class”

“Let me tell yah, I find it actually quite interesting.” I lied

“Is that so? ‘cause I could have sworn you were sleeping when I got to class.” She said smirking

I just stared straight ahead and replied “Yup! Absolutely riveting…”

She simply rolled her eyes and said “Okay, your turn. What were you going to say?”

“I was simply going to enquire as to what your major could possibly be, although I’m going to guess you’re pre-law given the recent questioning I’ve undergone.”

“Shut up. I’m actually a biology major.”

“No kidding! I was a biology major, too, at some point in time….that is until I took biology” I said, a smirk flashing briefly across my face. Maybe this miserable, wet, cold day wouldn’t be that bad. I grasped the handle of the door to the Java Bean. It was freezing as I yanked the door open and held it for her, allowing the smell of warm coffee fill my senses and quickly shut the door as I followed her inside.

This was my favorite coffee shop within walking distance. It didn’t have the snooty air of superiority that seemed to seep from the starbucks and vegan only joints near by. It was relaxed as old rock music played in the back. With a lot of tables, squishy yellow couches and few people, this place was a welcome sanctuary. Working the register today was a girl named Ally. She was a short, petite girl with a cute face and short spiky hair. She always seemed jittery and had a high excited voice, like that of a small kid about to get a toy.

As I approached her she smiled and said “Hello! The usual today?”

“Sure Ally” I smiled warmly, glad to be inside and talking with someone familiar.

“And who is this?” she raised an eyebrow suggestively

“Oh, uh, this is umm….” Blood rushed to my cheeks, and unfortunately I couldn’t blame the cold. Ally smirked as she saw me get flustered.

“I’m Clarice.” She thankfully chimed in. “Could I get a grande mocha, no whip cream please.”

“Sure thing!” squeaked Ally.

Jesus, I thought to myself, I am such a dumbass.

“Sorry about that” I said, “I should have introduced myself. I’m Jason.” I stuck out my hand as she tried to surpass a smile and replied in a stern, business like voice “Very nice to meet you, I’m Clarice.”

I cracked a small smile and walked with her to a seat by the window. After that initial awkwardness we talked and sipped our coffees as we watched the city people walk by. We talked about everything from music, to school, to various social events we had attended. The things that tend to make up a college kids world. We sat there for several hours when suddenly I realized how late it was getting.

“Shit!” I said in surprise when I checked the time. “I’m sorry but I gotta go. I’m coaching a local kids soccer team…I should be free later though, if you’re interested in going out to dinner.”

She seemed amused at how fast I was talking. It had been a while since I asked a girl out to dinner. “I’m terribly sorry, but I have plans later.”

“Oh, okay” I said, trying to hid my disappointment. “Well, here” I said as I grabbed the sleeve from the coffee cup “here’s my number and if your ever bored, which I doubt, give me a call and we’ll take it from there”. I handed it to her with a smile.

She returned the smile and nodded as she said “Will do. See you later Jason”

“Uh, ok! Bye Clarice” I said as I collected my stuff in a hurry. As I was reaching the door I heard her shout ‘Wait!’ I turned around, a confused, hopeful expression on my face. She reached me and handed me my note book.

“You’re really bad at remembering to take this with you.” She said with a smirk

I laughed it off and said “Maybe.”

She raised an eyebrow and I explained “I could have just wanted to grab another coffee with you sometime.”

I turned around to leave and heard her laughing as I pushed the door open.

Later that night as I stood under a jet of hot water rinsing the mud, dirt and sweat I couldn’t help but think about the café and Clarice. ‘I was almost smooth at the end there to cover up my absent-mindedness!’ I thought to myself, a slow smile spreading across my face. ‘She is pretty cute. It’s a shame it was cold today, I would have liked to see her figure. She has a nice sway to her hips, that’s for sure.’

All of a sudden the hot water disappeared and swore loudly as I was doused in ice cold water. I hopped out of the way of the water and threw a towel around myself. I lost my footing and slipped, hitting my head on the counter on the way down. I groaned and felt something warm running down my face. ‘Fuck’ I thought to myself. I turned off the water quickly and ran over to the mirror. Sure enough I had a cut above my eye about two inches long. Not too bad, I thought to myself as I stopped the bleeding. All of a sudden I heard a buzzing coming from my pants. It was my phone. I ran over and saw a number I didn’t recognize. ‘It might be her, I thought excitedly’

“Hello?” I answered in a calm voice, thankful that she wasn’t here. I must be a sight to see, naked, blood streaked down my face, with a towel tangled round my legs.

“Hello, this is thePuget soundblood center…”

“I’m busy” I angrily replied and hung up.

A couple seconds later my phone rang again

“Yes?” I said in a frustrated voice

“Oh, is this a bad time”

‘Fuck me’ I thought “Oh, no! Of course not. Just got a call from someone wanting me to donate blood and….yeah” I finished lamely deciding not to disclose what had just happened.

“Oh, well, I was wondering if the dinner offer still stood. My friend can’t make it tonight so I’m free”

“Of course it does” I said, a smile spreading across my face as I walked into my room and rapidly tried to figure out what the hell I was going to wear.

“Great! I know of a great little German Restaurant down the street. Does that sound good?”

“Yes! Um…meet you at the café in 30 minutes?”

“Sounds like a date!” she said as she hung up.

I was so excited I almost did a little dance, and then thought better of it given my current accident prone state.

About an hour later we were sitting down, eating some delicious bratwurst and sipping cool beers. Soccer played on the TV’s around the joint but I hardly took notice. My attention was elsewhere. She was currently talking about how she had gone on a road trip a few months previously.

Half an hour later I was casually strolling down the street towards the café, looking much different than I had 15 minutes ago where I had been whipping various casual dress shits on and off, frantically trying to decide on what to wear. I didn’t want to seem too casual or too dressed up. It was a fine line that I didn’t want to cross. I settled on a pair of dark blue jeans, some black converse, and a off white dress shirt with thin brown stripes. I had tried to do something with my hair, but I failed to tame the shaggy beast. I had scrubbed my face clean of the blood and but a bandage over my eyebrow and brushed some hair over it to try to hid it. As I ran out the door I grabbed my black jacket and winced at the cold. As I neared the café, I saw her standing there wearing some nice khakis and a long dark coat. She looked gorgeous, and thankfully not too dressed up or casual. I smiled as I approached and said “Hello!!” in a cheery voice.

“Hi!” she replied walking up to me. “So, the restaurant isn’t too far, just a couple blocks.”

“Sounds great!” I replied a quick grin flashing across my face.

As we walked down the street we just made some small talk and enjoyed glancing at various oddities in the shop windows we passed. Finally we approached a yellow brick building with heavy wooden doors. I quickened my pace slightly and opened the door for her, feeling the warm air from inside rush over my face as my senses were filled with the smells of beer and bratwurst. My mouth watered. As she stepped through the door and I followed, I got my first glimpse of what was soon to be one of my favorite restaurants. Tables with large, wooden benches were everywhere and there were several large screen TV’s lining the walls showing a English Premier League game…I was in awe. I realized my mouth was hanging open slightly and closed it before anyone noticed, and realized I was following her slightly absent mindedly towards a table in the corner. As we sat down a waitress placed a couple of large menus in front of us along with some water and promptly left us again. I handed Clarice her menu before opening my own. As I scanned it I quickly noticed that half of it was dedicated towards fries and brats, and the other half to beer. My mind reeled as I tried to figure out what to have first. Overwhelmed, I set down my menu and decided to ask for her suggestion

As I looked up though I noticed she had removed her coat and was wearing a dark blue shirt that fit her marvelously. It took me a couple of seconds to recollect myself and pull my eyes away from her.

“So, um” I stumbled through my words “what, uh, what would you recommend?”

“Hm? Oh, well, I generally get the sauerkraut brat, with fries, and whichever beer is chosen for me that day.” She said with a smile before returning to the menu. “The food really reminds me of Europe, don’t ya know”

“Um, not really.” I said shyly, my fingers tracing patterns in the condensation that had formed on the glass “Haven’t had a chance to make it over quite yet…It’s on my list of things to do though. Definitely.”

Her eyes widened at this and soon started talking at a million miles a minute, recommending foods to try, places to go, things to see. I was just left in fascination trying to take mental notes. I had a brief respite to let all of this sink in as the waitress took our orders. She slowed down a little bit and I took the opportunity to ask some questions of my own. By the time our food had arrived, we had moved off the topic of Europe and onto the topic of our families. We both found that topic fascinating. She always seemed to be at odds with her sister, while me and my younger brother were best of friends, united because of our restrictive father, who really was a piece of work. As dinner came to an end, along with several delicious beers, we both stretched a bit, and I settled the bill.

She gathered up her coat and we walked out into the cold Seattle night.

“So, uh, thanks for having dinner with me tonight” I said, while lightly scratching the back of my neck out of embarrassment. ‘God,’ I thought to myself ‘can I be anymore awkward?’

“Oh, no, it was my pleasure.”

“Um, would…would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?” I said, the words coming out of my mouth before I could stop myself. ‘Dammit! Hold it together man! Too fast, too goddamn fast!’ my mind screamed at me as I bit my lip.

“Well…” she trailed off while looking at her cell phone to check the time “sure, why not.”

‘Fuck.’ I thought to myself. My apartment was still a bloody mess, quite literally in some sense. I smiled at her though, trying to mask my panic and led the way. We walked side by side down the side walk, a cold wind ripping down the streets. We finally reached my apartment building and I got the door for her again before trudging up a flight of stairs. As we reached my door I spun around, a tad quicker than I was expecting.

“Um, can I ask for a favor?”

She looked quizzically at me but said “sure”

“Can you give me 30 seconds to clean up a bit….It’s a bit messy at the moment”

She laughed at me a bit, said ok, then started counting. “1…2…3…4…”

I wrenched open my door and booked it inside. There was dirty laundry scattered about the room, which I hastily picked up and ran with to the hamper in the bathroom, before shoveling all the Band-Aids and bactine into a drawer and quickly scooping up the bloody tissues and throwing them in the trashcan. As I ripped out of the bathroom to try to organize the disaster zone known as my kitchen, I saw her standing there in the entrance.

“This isn’t too bad” she said with a smirk. “There’s definitely been worse.”

“Oh, thanks…” my voice trailed off. “Let me take your coat” I offered, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Sure! Some whiskey would be great. Jameson if you have it.”

I looked at her in shock and said “Coming right up” as I fished out 2 glasses with some ice and poured about two shots of Jameson 12 in each. As I handed it to her I took a sip of my own and enjoyed the flavor of the whiskey in my mouth and the way it warmed me. I walked across the room and grabbed a small stack of DVDs sitting next to the TV and brought them over.

“So, I know it’s not much, but what would you like to watch?” I asked as I handed them to her. She sipped at her drink and quickly scrutinized my movie collection.

I watched and took another sip of my drink, allowing its smooth warmth burn my throat and tingle its way down the length of my body. God it tasted good. She unsurprisingly flipped quickly past most of my “guy” movies and quickly slowed when she saw the comedies and the romance DVD’s. She settled on a classic romantic comedy and thrust it towards me.

“Good choice” I said with a small grin. I went over to the DVD played and popped it in. I turned around and saw her with her arms crossed over her looking uncomfortable.

“Shit. I’m sorry it’s a bit cold in here. Ill grab ya a blanket” I said as I dashed back to my room and tore the blanket I had on my bed. I heard her raise a slight complaint but I already had my blanket in hand and grabbed the remote as I strolled back into the room. The blanket was a maroon faded old thing, but it was warm and soft with age. I spread it over her as I plopped down on the couch keeping a good foot distance between me and her.

“Thanks” she mumbled as she made herself comfortable under the blanket. She looked so cute under the blanket I desperately wanted to join her but shook my head and simply said

“Oh, no problem” as I looked down in embarrassment. God, I am so not smooth, I thought angrily to myself. I was flustered at this point and decided to just start the movie at this point. I doubt it could make me seem like a bigger fumbling ass than myself.

Unfortunately, that distraction was short lived. With a sudden crack, everything went pitch black.

“Fuck” I simply said without thinking. I heard giggling from next to me and was immediately embarrassed.

“Oh, sorry about my language…” I mumbled as I pushed myself off the couch. “I’m go get a flashlight or something” I said as I stumbled about my apartment in embarrassment with a constant stream of giggles behind me as small curses were uttered under my breath. ‘Go fucking figure there’s a power outage at this moment’ I mused to myself.

I decided to go for the oil lamp in the kitchen. I had bought it a few days ago in an antique store and was itching for an excuse to try it out. I grabbed it off the kitchen counter and set it on the table. I then went towards the stove and felt on the top of it for the matches I kept there. ‘Success’ I thought to myself as my hand closed about the tiny cardboard box. I quickly turned around, trying to get us out of the dark as quick as I could. Unfortunately, I hit my knee on a counter and for the second time that day, went down. I hit my head again were I cut it earlier, but that wasn’t my main concern….the matches had been swallowed by the dark

“Oh! Are you ok?” I heard her ask from the dark mass I knew where my couch to be.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” I said cheerily to mask my volatile inner monologue “I just lost the matches.”

Another minute of desperate searching I had found them and quickly went to work lighting the oil lamp. Soon a yellow light bloomed like a small sun from the wick. I smiled to myself and brought it back to the couch.

“Sorry about all thi-”

“You’re full of shit, you know that?”

‘Wait, what the hell did I do?’ I thought to myself. “Excuse me?” I politely inquired.

“You’re not fine, you cut your head you idiot.”

“Oh, no no no. That’s from before. Must have reopened. Ill be right back.” I said as I started to get up.

“Sit down. I’ll take care of you.” She said as she bounded off the couch grabbing my lamp with her. “Where’s your Band-Aids and stuff?”

“Oh, um, in the bathroom” I said feeling suddenly very embarrassed. A minute or two she came back and went to work quickly cleaning me up. I honestly didn’t mind having her hands on my face and being so close to her. As she was finishing up, I studied her face, radiant by the fire light when we locked eyes, hers a beautiful blue. I leaned forward not even realizing myself what I was doing. Our lips touched, tenderly at first before quickly molding together.

A part of me was surprised when she didn’t back away, and another part of me wanted more. As I slipped one arm around the small of her back and pulled her up and into me the kissing quickened, became eager, almost aggressive. Soon we were entwined lying on the coach still kissing in an almost panicked state. I felt myself getting hard, and she sure didn’t help matters, grinding herself into me, a soft growl escaping my lips. God I wanted her. I started kissing a trail along her jaw and neck before returning to her delicious mouth.

‘Wait, what the fuck are you doing?’ a small voice screamed at me. That small voice was quickly silenced though as she ground up into me again, making me ache for her. Now she was just asking for it.

I slid my hand down her side before coming to the edge of her shirt. I pulled on it just a little bit to see if it was okay. She nodded slightly as we continued kissing and I started to pull her shirt off. As we broke to allow the shirt to go over her head I raked my eyes across her body. She was gorgeous. Her pale, soft skin glowed in the weak light. She had a toned core and two beautiful breasts being held in a black bra. I may have uttered wow without realizing it, I can’t be entirely sure. We continued kissing, with a renewed sense of desire as I lusted for her. There was frantic kissing, and groping, and somewhere along the way I had lost my shirt and she her bra, but I sure didn’t mind. The feeling of her skin upon my body set me alight and made me far too hard for my own comfort. At some point, we had also rolled over so I was underneath her. She pulled away for a bit, and my mind panicked. ‘I hope she’s not uncomfortable. We did just meet though. God why did she have to stop?’ I ached for her, my body ached for. I watched as she caught her breath for a moment then realized I was breathing hard too, as if I had just run a race. After a few seconds though, she collected herself and leaned down towards me. I sat up a bit to meet her and continue kissing but before I got there, she placed a hand on my chest and pushed me down into the couch.

‘Ok then…’ I mused to myself. I was getting impatient and wanted to feel her against my skin again but she had other plans. She lowered her mouth til it was just inches from mine but when I tried to meet her, she pulled away, teasing me. She lowered her self again but as I moved to kiss her, again she pulled away.

“That’s not very nice, you know” I growled frustration seeping into my words.

“No, this isn’t being very nice.” She said in a voice that said pure sex as she ground her self into me, lighting my body with desire.

“You better watch yourself” I responded, daring her to try that again. She grinned at me with a taunting face before grinding into me again. ‘Ok, that’s enough’ I thought. I sat up quickly, took her in my arms and spun her underneath me in one swift movement. She tried to mask the look of surprise that caught her face, but it was too late. I was in control now. I bent down and ravaged her mouth with my own, savoring the taste of her. She reached up to pull me further into her but my hand shot out and stopped her before she could touch me.

I pinned her arms above her head and said in a deep voice “I don’t think so.” A small smile playing across my face. I kissed her again before moving down her neck until my mouth settled upon her breast. I sucked it into my mouth, tenderly, as my free hand massaged the other. I heard her moan softly in pleasure as I flicked my tongue lightly across her now hard nipples. I felt her struggle against to free her hands and in response, I bit down lightly and heard her gasp in pleasure as her back arched.

“I don’t think so…” I said with a smile on my face “I warned you, and now I’m in control.”

I released her arms and moved my mouth down her body until my chin hit her pants. I looked up briefly through my hair, which was now in my eyes, looking for permission. She nodded ever so slightly and I started to remove her khaki’s. I was surprised to see black lace panties underneath a low chuckle, soft enough for her to not hear. She certainly wasn’t wearing these for comfort, I smiled to myself. They were quickly discarded along with the pants and soon my lips had met hers. I savored her scent and her taste as my lips teased her before I slowly inserted my finger in her. Goddamn was she wet. After a minute I inserted another finger and beckoned for her to cum for me. As my fingers curled ever so slightly I found what I was looking for as I heard a large gasp from her. Her back was arched, her face a perfect mask of pleasure. As I continued to tease her with my fingers my mouth went back to work, my tongue flicking her sensitive clit. I felt her tense up suddenly before I felt her clench around my fingers uncontrollably. I let her ride her orgasm out before slowly sitting up and licking my fingers. I winked at her as she panted for air. As I did that however her eyes narrowed and suddenly a pulse of exhilaration, excitement, and fear shot through me. I tried to look calm though and within a second she sat up and attacked me again. As we kissed she tore at my jeans and removed them along with my boxers with a rough tug. As she did this my erection stood at attention, pulsing in excitement and desire. She kissed me as she slid her hand down my chest and slowly stroking me. Suddenly she ground into me and I threw my head back in pleasure. Sadly, the responsible, sensible part of me made her stop real quick.

“Um, uh, condom….” I said, my mind in a jumble as I forced myself to become a bit more co-coordinated. She laughed as I tried to focus enough to find my pants. I quickly found them and slipped it on. However when I turned around she was standing right behind me, watching me. I could see the desire in her eyes and figured I looked similar, if not worse. I pulled her into me, grinding against her. I spun her around and pinned her up against the wall. My hand slipped around behind her and squeezed her hot ass. She let out a loud gasp and I made a small mental note to myself. I lifted her a bit off the ground as she wrapped her leg around the small of my back. I slowly inserted myself in her while kissing her. She felt fucking fantastic, so warm, wet and tight. Holy shit, I’ve never tried wall sex before but something tells me it is going to be fucking incredible.

I slowly started thrusting myself into her as I buried my face in her neck. She threw her head back and moaned quietly, exciting me further. I started the thrust harder, giving her my full length, and godamn it felt amazing. I wasn’t going to be able to keep this up very long, and judging by her breathing and expression, neither was she. I brought my mouth up to hers again, kissing her while she moaned when all of a sudden her nails dug into my back. I hissed in pain initially but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find that even more arousing.

‘Oh my god’ she gasped as she threw her head back and I felt her orgasm around me. I held her there as she came down off the highs of her orgasm, grinning to myself. We kissed and stood there minute as I slowly removed myself from her.

‘Oh, thank you’ she said quietly.

‘The pleasure was all mine’ I said cheerfully, studying her face and thoroughly enjoying her blushed cheeks, especially in this light.

‘Was it? It doesn’t seem you’ve had your turn yet.’ She said sexily as she circled me. She suddenly had my full attention and my back against the wall.

“I, er….um, what?” I said, swallowing hard. No way…

Thought to myself as she kneeled before me and removed the condom from my hard self. I watched as she slowly inserted the tip into her mouth and it felt incredible. Then she slowly circled my head with her tongue as she started stroking me. Her touch was light on the sensitive skin, making shivers of pleasure rocket through my body uncontrollably. I threw my head back against the wall and clenched my jaw. If I couldn’t get myself under control this would be over before it had a chance to begin. She began to lick the length of me, every inch of me pulsed and throbbed with desire anywhere her warm, wet tongue went. I could feel tension building up in me as I pleasure rocketed through me.

“Oh fuck…Jesus…I…I think I’m about to cum” as I felt the tension get tighter and tighter, like a string about to snap. She picked up her pace, her lips tight around me and then she looked up at me. That was enough to send me over the edge as that string snapped inside me causing me to moan loudly as my orgasm tore through me, ripping a load groan from my lips. She kept working as I came and I could feel my legs turning into jelly as my orgasm ended. She pulled back and grinned at me as I tried to come up with a single coherent thought. None came though and I just slid down the wall until I was next to her on the ground. I kissed her passionately and pulled her into me, so we were sitting there in each others arms as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.

I woke up several hours later when all my lights flashed on. I squinted my eyes in pain, and god damn was my neck stiff. I looked around and froze for a second as I felt her shift next to me, snuggling against my body. She looked cold, and tired, so I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to bed, where she continued to sleep as I turned off the lights. Once everything was dark again, and the TV was shut off, I crawled into bed next to her and held her close. I listened to her soft breathing as I fell asleep.

I awoke again in the morning when I heard frantic scuffling. I looked up, still groggy and heard some one digging around for something in my living room. I walked to the doorway and saw her on all fours, dressed, looking for something.

“Fuck, where is that motherfucker” I heard her say quietly.

“Looking for something?” I said, a warm sleepy smile on my face. She yelped in surprise when she heard my voice.

“Oh, um…I’m missing a sock, and I’m running a bit late.”

I laughed and helped her in her search for the missing sock. In the end it was futile, but I promised her I’d call her when I found it. She left shortly after that, and seemed quite flustered. I guess she was just about as used to this sort of thing as I was. I laughed and shook my head as I cleaned up my apartment. Several days later, as I was cleaning, I found that missing sock, and put it in my backpack. The next day I went to my dreadful 830, as usual, and tried to not fall asleep. I was actually successful and I saw her walking out the door quickly after class had ended.

“Hey!” I shouted after her as I jogged up next to her. “You left this behind, didn’t want you to lose it.” I said with a little laughter in my voice

“Oh, thanks….Want to get a coffee” she asked with a smirk

End