After what felt like the longest class in the world, Ben looked at his phone again, but there was still no answer.

He started to worry that he had made a big mistake by touching his boss that morning. What was I thinking?

He decided the problem was precisely because he hadn’t been thinking. I’m usually so good at controlling myself. What came over me?

He ran some errands on his way home from school, and an hour later, he heard his phone buzz. Coursing energy ran through his veins in anticipation of reading the text. It was from her.

In response to his text, “What are you doing tonight?” She wrote one word:

“You.”

He didn’t need to think again. He wrote, “What is your address?”

She responded quickly with just an address and a time. “7:30.”