Then a green umbrella appeared over my head, and a boy with kind eyes told me I looked like I needed coffee more than directions.
I was soaked through my cheap blazer.
« I’m Ryan, » he said.
« Erica, » I answered, wiping the rain off my chin. « And I’d sell a kidney for coffee right now. »
« Dining hall stuff tastes like burnt cardboard. Fair warning. »
« Sold. »
By the time we finished our first cup of cheap coffee, I knew he was the one.
And that was the beginning of us.
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