The next day, I reached college early.
I didn't know why, but I didn't want to be late. Maybe I wanted the day to start slowly. Maybe I wanted to feel ready. I choose a seat near the window and kept my bag beside me.
Students entered one by one. Some were already talking like old friends. I watched quietly.
Then I saw him.
He walked into the classroom, looking around like he was also searching for something familiar. For a second, I wonder if he would see me again. As if he felt my thought, his eyes met mine.
He smiled.
This time I didn't look away.
He came closer and set two benches in front of me. My heart felt strange– Dash light and heavy at the same time. I try to focus on the board, but my mind wasn't listening.
The teacher started the lecture. Words filled the room, but I barely understood anything. I kept noticing small things the way he held his pen, the way he leaned back when thinking, the way he listen carefully.
When the class ended, everyone stood up quickly.
I was putting my notebook into my bag when he turned around.
"Hi," he said. "We met yesterday".
"Yes," I rep lied. "At orientation".
"I'm glad I saw you again," he sadi, a little shy. I smiled without thinking. "Me too".
There was a short silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
"I'm in this class every day", he said. "Maybe we can sit closer in next time?"
I nodded. "Maybe".
As he worked away, I felt something new inside me.
College was no longer just a place.
It was a starting to feel like a story.