"TOM 311?" she asked, with a tinge of hope accompanying the rising pitch in her voice.
Soon enough we were on our way to class. Normally I hate the first day of classes, but this was looking up. We arrived at Building 4 after some laughter and chit-chat, and then we took adjacent seats in the middle of the room somewhere. I didn't hear a word the professor said. Not that he was boring, and not that I was staring, but I couldn't take my mind off of her. I was infected, and no antibiotic could help me now.
Over the next few weeks we developed a good friendship. We talked often, about everything and nothing. Turns out we have lots in common. Also she has a great sense of humor, (and by great I mean similar to mine,) which works out great for both of us because she gets to laugh and I get to enjoy her now famous smile.
