Picture Writing

 Terrence swore Vada was not his type. Of course, the first time they met it was in the men's room. An unlikely accident, he now thought. What student went around walking into men's restrooms on campus?

Well, Vada made a habit of it. She said she was studying, but he knew she had her head stuck in a book of nonsense. Oh, it gave him a pout and she snubbed him just as much. However, she had seen his butt.

So there they were late one night at Pizza Pagoda with the linguistic bunch toying with the possibility that one day the whole world would know one language, Esperanto. Naturally, they were in thought sipping dark lager and eating anchovies.

Of course, Vada snarled at the pizza and Terrence wasn't sure he could take another beer. Both were going to make an exit. The loo.

Damn if she didn't find him in the bathroom.

"Are you out of your mind?" Terrence wanted to shake some sense into that girl who practically fell on him even if she did try to move to the side. He caught her in the nick of time. 

"Jesus! Really?" He snapped ever so furiously. Terrence held her by the shoulders as she leaned forward, within striking distance of his lips. 

Terrence winced. Were those wedges she was wearing? He knew he was much taller and all he could notice was that tiny crop top she was wearing with those retro jeans. Maybe she was on the prowl. But he didn't have long to think. They were in a liplock before he realized it.

And it was so good. Better than he ever thought possible which rattled him to the core. This was not supposed to be happening. He had a plan. No fooling around until he was almost thirty with a degree or two. 

Only it was too late. It was no escaping. He would be that guy she needed, even if he thought her head was in the clouds. 

He wanted to tell her she was reading all the wrong books. She was careless and didn't even know how to make real friends. But he never told her. No, he would just be that guy who always got her back to the dorm, who checked her homework, and would edit all those stories she just couldn't stop writing. 

He'd planned a big lecture, but that didn't happen either. Instead, he smiled and helped her out of the bathroom. It was fate, he guessed. Or a ditzy girl had this all planned out from the day they met.