“Hey,” she said, and as always I felt my pulse quicken.
“Hey,” I smiled back. I was sitting in the library, and somehow she had snuck up behind me.
“I’m headed out, want to walk with me to the car?” She asked.
“Sure,” as I began gathering my things. She was wearing skinny jeans, a worn belt and my favorite sweater today – a not particularly nice shade of beige, but incredibly flattering to her figure. It was about the only article of clothing she wore that didn’t in some way conceal her near perfect hourglass, as if someone picked it out for her and she hadn’t realized it didn’t meet her standards for modesty. “I thought you were meeting Rick later?” I asked about her boyfriend, feeling my jealousy narrow its eyes.
“I am, but I have some time,” as we began walking. She always stood to my right, which probably meant a lot more to me than it did her.
“What was your day like?” I asked.
“Normal. I woke up late, and was almost late to my 10:30 this morning. No breakfast, either.”