I needed to walk home before it was dark. The neighborhoods around USC weren’t very safe, especially after sunset. As I was leaving the campus, I heard footsteps running up behind me. I turned around and saw Adam.
“You should take the tram instead of walking. I’ll walk you home.” He grinned ear to ear.
“That’s okay. I only live three blocks away.” I kept walking.
“One step outside this campus and you’re in the South Central war zone.”
“You’re right.”I stopped walking. “I live at Troy Hall. Is that too far for you?”
“Not at all. Let’s get you home safely.”
The next day in King Hall, Adam and I worked together again; doing the same monotonous thing.
Checking students in.
Checking students out.
Charging them for their printouts. A Greek fake-bake complete with fake blond hair caused a commotion because I charged her $2.00 for printouts that she screwed up. I wanted to tell her to hire a tutor, but I kept my mouth shut instead.
When would this shift end? I wanted to get out of this fluorescent lit, refrigerated office. I should have brought a sweater and mittens.
Finally 4:00 o’clock arrived.
Adam and I left together. We headed towards the tram stop.
While we were waiting, He casually said, “Would you like to go out to dinner and see a movie this weekend?”
God, Adam was handsome. But I still had my heart set on Franco. He was the ladies’ man I wanted but couldn’t have.
“I’m sorry Adam, but I already have a boyfriend,” I lied.
He flinched, but recovered quickly “That’s okay. Maybe another time.”
“Yeah. Okay” was all I could manage.
“See you around.” He turned on his heel and walked away.