Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights in the hallway seem to amplify your throbbing headache. You try to avoid their gaze, concentrating on the posters pasted on the bulletin board. Anything to avoid reliving the memory of her soft lips or the lingering scent of her perfume. You're not sure what you want from her, or even what you want from yourself. All you know is that you can't pretend that last night never happened. This is all too real. Hey, I didn't expect to see you here... Or, well, of course I was hoping to see you here, you go to college with me! What are you doing here?

Kelly

@Raiza