He’s eyeing me up and down.
Definitely a more-than-friends vibe.
How does he know I'm… I whisper the word to myself...gay?
Is there a rainbow neon sign above my head?
“Don't be shy,” his voice softens, “I only bite if you ask.”
Such a tease.
Porter used to flirt with me like that.
Am I allowed to like it?
“Olsen, by the way.”
Clipboard Guy reaches out to shake my hand.
“Hey,” I stammer, forgetting to say my name.
“Mystery man, huh?”
“Oh... sorry. I’m Mark.”
I was too caught up in those eyes.
“Newbie?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“A little. Studying commerce?”
“Event planning.”
“Oh, snap. I just switched my major. Turns out, accounting is boring.”
He leans closer, words hushed for my ears only.
“Guess I'll see you in class then, Mystery Mark.”
I’m too flustered to reply so I just drift away awkwardly.
One of the conga girls presses a piece of paper into my hand.
Blonde Bangers, scrawls the title.
Saturday 11am, Hadley Dorms.
BYO sausage + swimsuit.
Beneath that is a picture of a barbecue next to a pool.
Not usually my kind of thing, but for some reason I pocket it.
Some reason starting with O.
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