The music followed her wherever she went. He wished he could follow her, everywhere on campus, to the ends of the earth, wherever she wanted to go. But that would be stalking.
Her hair like honey, thin like a reed, freckled like … those freckles though. He wondered where they stopped, if they did.
The only time he got to see her was in Hancock Hall, across from the library. He cut through the building after his study group every day so that he could see her. She went to biology class in there.
Biology. That was the problem. He was so turned on he couldn’t dream of approaching her. It was, well, obvious, in spite of his efforts, the baggy trousers, the long T-shirts, etc.
Then one day she joined his study group. Sat down at the long table right across from him. And smiled at him.
“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” she said, so friendly, so inviting.
The music swelled, approaching crescendo, and all he had to do was say hello.
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