He was sitting in the hallway an hour and a half before class was to begin. The student, if he was here, would say that was because he wanted to get a “damn good parking spot.” He had no other reason to be on campus except for that reason, but he would go over his notes from the previous class, while listening to his mp3 player. He always traveled light. He only carried with him to class a legal pad, a pen, and his relatively inexpensive musical device.

If he were here he would say his reason for reviewing his notes while listening to music, despite researcher saying to avoid this, was because he wanted to muffle all that “damn commotion” that other students made in the hallway.

That particular day he was enthralled with David Bowie. Something entered into the canal of his ear as Mr. Bowie talked about Ziggy playing guitar with his left hand. It was a constant noise, and it was fast approaching. It was her. Se was a theater major. He actually had caught her performance of Laura from the Glass Menagerie. He relished how she played up the insecurities that Williams had put into the play. Her beauty could best be described as exotic. She was of Italian decent, but looked damn near Persian, perhaps adding appeal to her stature. Her casual dress was that of hippie chic, nice and relaxed cotton shirts and linen pants that allowed her to undress quickly into costume for the stage. Her brown eyes could playful drill thru concrete without straining a muscle. The brown hair that flowed down her shoulders had a natural tendency to curl around her face, highlighting ones focus to the rest of her flawless features.

If he was here he would say he didn’t have a school-boy crush because that would be to “damn redundant, and to damn cliché.” In class she sat on the other side of the room from him. Probably not out of choice, he thought in his mind, because she would usually show up late. When she finally arrived for Biology Lecture she would gracefully slink in to the back of the room as though she was on stage. How peculiar, he thought, for her to be an hour and a half early to class.

The noise she was associated with was from her back pack that had wheels, saving her precious back from any unneeded weight. From the bench he watched her move closer and closer, till the point she was about to cross right in front of the bench he was posted up on.