Dashing into the building, I heard someone yell that I’d left the car door open. I didn’t care. No one was going to steal that clunker. All I could think about was getting to Nic. When the slowest elevator in the world finally opened its doors on Nic’s floor, I flew down the hall and banged on his door. “Nic! Open up! It’s me.” “Hey, beautiful.” Steve popped out of his dorm room, heading toward me. “Okay, so I am soooo disappointed in you. This ensemble,” he waved his hand over my pale gray blouse and black jeans, “boring!” I rolled my eyes. “Not having a good day, Steve. Have you seen Nic?” “Of course. And he’s looking way too sexy today. Now, hon, if you ever get tired of him let me know because I sure would—hey, what’s the matter? Don’t cry! I was just kidding.” I wiped the tears from my face. I was sobbing, and I couldn’t control it.
