Last semester at college was no different than any other.

I’d waited until the last minute to study for finals, and now had to cram at the library. I’d been at it for two hours straight and was so deep in my textbook that I didn’t notice the girl who’d walked by a couple of times. My roommate Sal kicked me under the table and said, “Check her out, man.”

She passed by again, pushing a cart full of books. Her black skirt stopped mid-thigh, revealing shapely legs, but her loose white blouse and gray sweater vest gave nothing away. She was pretty in a book-wormish kind of way, with glasses and hair piled atop her head.

I nodded to Sal and went back to my book. She passed by again, and I guess Sal leered a little too long. The cart’s wheels squeaked our way.