It was the end of Spring Quarter and my freshman year in college was about to end. I had just joined a club and I was going to one of their events shortly after, I was finally gonna socialize and meet new people, it was so exciting. We were having an event with a club from another school and we went to a really cool place in LA.
They had divided us into numbered groups, and I had glanced at him but I thought nothing of it, although deep inside of me I still wanted the chance to talk to him. I was lucky enough to be placed in the same group, he came up to be, and asked me if I was in the same group, and luckily, I was. He shook my hand and we introduced ourselves to each other. Our group was small, only 4 people, and I knew 3 of those people, he was the only new person in the group.
It was kind of awkward most times because it was three girls asking questions to one guy, it was kinda weird. I noticed that another girl in our group was trying to get his attention, it it kinda felt like a challenge to get the most attention from him. Honestly, he seemed really average. He was wearing a sweatshirt, jeans, and a hat, very relaxed. He was also really layed back and easy going. What I liked most about him was when I told him about one of my hobbies and he was really intrigued about it and wanted to learn more, I thought that was great.
Near the end of the night, we were going to eat after the event.We were all heading to In n Out to hang out and chill, but it happened that my carpool driver decided to go home early, and I was devastated. I didn't know when I would get the chance to see this wonderful guy again and I was just leaving. That whole night, I just sat in my dorm room while I imagined all the awesome things the rest of the girls were doing at the social, everyone having fun while I was just alone back home. It was a long night, but soon after, not knowingly, I would get the chance to talk to him once again...
