I’m a medical student and stay up late every night, studying my texts and lecture notes. The nights are quiet, and I accomplish a lot. That is, until Randi arrives home.

I live in an old boarding house with five other people, three of whom lead typical nine-to-five lives. while Randi — a nurse — and I keep odd hours.

Passing her in the upstairs hall or on my way out the door. I’d spoken briefly to Randi and wanted very much to get to know her. Though I’d only seen her in her hospital whites, I was taken by her beauty. Her hair is strawberry blonde and is so long and curly that it hangs down her back.

Randi works the second shift at the university hospital and comes home a few minutes after midnight each night. I have her schedule committed to memory. I’ll be in my... Read More