As usual, she was always running late and constantly swearing as everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. This day was rather mundane, as she wore us to the university again, simply because we were the most comfortable shoe in her closet, which was well-stocked with 5-inch heels to make up for her lack of stature. At 5'2", she was always self-conscious about her height, especially when asking professors questions, because they usually towered over her and intimidated her even more when she asked a question. But today she wasn't asking questions. She was here to finally become serious about her studies and somehow manage to get out of the black hole of academic doom that seemed to be just people who didn't care what they were doing, and even less about what they wore. This was the day that she would finally sit down and study organic chemistry properly, so that she could pass the professor's 30-question multiple choice test with answers A-J. To pass this, she had to go to the library and study, and because in 15 minutes she had a meeting, she went to the library in the crumbling engineering building.
She walked up the stairs, into the library and I bit into the back of her heels. She stopped long enough to tuck her leggings into the back of her heels, and then she looked up and saw a set of stairs she hadn't noticed before in the year that she had been here. Curiosity, while it may kill the cat, was tempting to her and she decided to walk up the stairs into a small room over the library, filled with one or two desks. She sat and studied the chapters until she noticed she was late for her meeting. She got up really quickly, the organic book slid to the floor, and she picked it up. The guy next to her was staring at her, and as she apologized, coffee in hand, and her cell phone rang with her "Paper Planes" ringtone. She jumped, spilled coffee yet again, and looked up just in time to see probably the most handsome man she had ever seen.
"Sorry to disturb you again," she said, and walked out the door. The guy asked his friend if that was his girlfriend just walking out, and he told him that he didn't know her.
"Wait," she heard and turned around to see the handsome guy smiling at her, pen in hand. He then asked her for her number, and she didn't say much, just took the pen and a slip of paper, gave him her number, knowing that this happened all the time to her but in all likelihood he wouldn't call her.
He called her that night. I guess this one was a different breed of cat.
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