Page 16 of Perfectly Wrong
I want to walk away, but she keeps gazing at me like she’s planning to say something else. “So I guess I’ll see you around.”
“Live on campus?”
“Apartment nearby. You?”
“I do. Do you have a class now?”
“Not until two.”
“Want to grab a coffee at the shop downstairs?”
“Uh…” I look over my shoulder for no reason but to hope for an excuse to come to me.
“I’m just offering to be friends. I don’t have any here.”
“Me neither.” I offer a slight smile. “Sure. Let’s get coffee.”
She smiles big. “Awesome.”
The two of us exit class and walk downstairs to the crowded coffee shop next door to the building we were just in. I better just tell her quickly so she doesn’t get any ideas of romance.
“I’ll order,” she says as we get closer. “What do you drink?”
“A caramel macchiato with whip.”
“Me too.” She laughs softly. “Find us a seat?”
“Yeah.”
I wander off and find a tiny table for two shoved in a corner, but it’ll work. A few minutes later, Trinity joins me and sits across from me.
“It’s so busy.”
I nod, sipping my coffee. “Yeah. What do I owe you for this?”
“Oh nothing.” She waves her hand. “My treat today. You can get the next one.”
“Right.” I take another quick sip. “How did you find me in such a huge class of students?”
“Student directory,” she answers, brushing blond hair off her shoulder. “I’m resourceful.”
“You could’ve just put them in my box.”
“I could’ve but I was hoping maybe we could be friends.” She smiles again. “It’s hard to meet people here if you’re not in a sorority or love to party.”
“Yeah, I noticed. I’m not really into the party scene. I mean, I like it occasionally, but not every night.”
“Same.” She nods. “What’s your major?”
“Business. You?”
“Architecture.”
My eyes widen. “Yeah? Is that what you want to do?”
“Not entirely. I want to be an interior designer, but my parents said architecture is a better degree, so I can do both with that.”
“Yeah. Awesome. Maybe I should be brave enough to change my major.”
