I focus my eyes and discover a petite woman with blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun.
“I’m sorry!” Her voice is an octave too high.
“Not your fault. I should have watched where I was going.”
“Me too,” her voice now softer.
My phone is burning in my hand, and my heart is racing fast. I step to the side and excuse myself. I’m anxious to find a corner and chat with BBUGirl in silence.
To be honest, I need a minute.
Five minutes later, I’m lying on top of my extra-long twin bed.
SoloSurfer: I can’t wait to hear your laugh in person
BBUGirl: What if I sound like a hyena?
SoloSurfer: I don’t think it’s possible
BBUGirl: Oh yeah?
BBUGirl: I may need to practice my hyena laugh
SoloSurfer: I bet it would still be cute
BBUGirl: Cute??
SoloSurfer: I said what I said.
BBUGirl: So this party on the 31st
BBUGirl: How am I going to find you?
BBUGirl: I heard that the hockey house gets crazy
That last text piques my attention.
SoloSurfer: Have you been to the hockey house before?
BBUGirl: No
Dang. I was wondering if I’ve met BBUGirl before on campus, but I’m basically only at class, the ice rink, and the hockey house. There goes that last option.
BBUGirl: I do know where it is, though
SoloSurfer: Ok, that’s good
SoloSurfer: Let’s meet on the balcony at ten
BBUGirl: Balcony? You plan on pushing me off?
SoloSurfer: Not likely
SoloSurfer: Thought it would be romantic. No?
BBUGirl: Maybe a little
BBUGirl: Is the balcony pretty easy to find?
