There was a raucous applause as the professor concluded his lecture, “Next week, we’ll be going to Africa, and seeing how Things Fall Apart.” A giggle erupted as the students stood up from their red theatre chairs and funneled towards the doors to leave the beloved professor’s class.
I stood outside waiting for Julia, watching as my peers chattered about their weekend plans, getting ready for the many Halloween parties which Norton University was so famous for. Clouds in the sky began cumulating — marking the nearing of the forecasted storm. I stepped back into the theatre lobby, seeming to wander aimlessly, until she caught my eye. Her soft white figured was clad in a fawn sweatshirt, her shoulders exposed and her pierced nipples poking out from beneath. Her elegant face peered out from behind the golden locks which framed her face, and her big, beautiful, blue-grey eyes met mine. Michael, rotund and gay, followed behind her, sporting an ostentatious long brown leather coat, which feigned at hiding his gut.
“There you are!” she squeaked.
“Here I am,” I replied, bumping fists with Michael.
“I literally fell asleep in the lecture,” she told me.