This is pretty chaste. No sex or anything, sorry if that's boring. Let me know what you think, if you think anything about it…
I was 24 before I ever felt love. That's older than most. But some go their whole lives without it, so I won't complain. We were in grad school together, each pursuing a master's in the arts. That's another way of saying we had no idea what we were doing with our lives.
We met day 1 of first semester, I saw her walking down the stairs toward the auditorium where class was to be held and I felt something immediately. Love at first sight you'd call it now. Back then I just called it intense interest. I was sitting on the end of a bench in the hallway outside the classroom. The previous class was still using the room and we had to wait. She sat on the other end of the bench and a guy eating a bagel sat between us. He was loud, the bagel eater, and I sort of glanced sideways at him to make sure he was actually chewing it and not eating like a hungry coyote. I noticed she was doing the same thing and we sort of smiled at each other through the man's profile, her grin was toothy and genuine, mine was shy and nervous. The guy got up and wandered over to the food cart around the corner, he must have forgotten something.