Chelsea

"I also ordered some health drinks," Sofia announces as she replaces the phone handset. A few minutes later, a knock is heard. "Come in," Sofia says.

A raven-haired Asian-looking girl enters the room with a tray on one hand. She is dressed in a sleeveless white blouse and a blue miniskirt. "What are those drinks," I ask Sofia.

"They're energy drinks we give the kids, especially those who are very physically engaged," she replies, winking at me. The girl proceeds to a closet on one of the corners of the room and bends down to retrieve some mops, revealing blue T-back thong. "By the way, she's Chelsea Wong, a library science major."

I nod in acknowledgement as I admire the view of Chelsea's backside. At the mention of her name, Chelsea remarks, "So you have forgotten me, Mr. Williams?" I am surprised by her revelation. "I was in your class two semesters ago," she adds. "That was database management, I think."

"But the Chelsea I know had blond hair," I say, somewhat unsure. "And she never dressed in a mini."

"So you know each other?" Sofia adds, showing some interest. "Did he ever make a pass on you?"

"I had blond hair," Chelsea says. "But I had it dyed black. And honestly..."