No, play it cool.

Though your emotional desire is to yell out, “Yes, course! Will you marry me and bear my children!” You remember all those youtube videos about playing it cool, especially when dealing with very attractive women.

“Hmm,” you pretend to think it over, “Tomorrow isn't good for me, my schedule is a bit crazy of late.”

“Oh.” Sandra's big brown eyes deflate a bit, as she sheepishly breaks eye contact. “I'm sorry.” Her conservative nature comes out, “I didn't . . .”

“We definitely need to find out what happens to Rae before the next game, however.” You gently, but firmly, interrupt up. “Tomorrow is just busy and the Student Union might be a dangerous place for a gaming session. I don't want to get arrested if anyone overhears me talking about medieval punishments in a dungeon. That's probably more then a micro-aggression.” You flirt in a jocular tone just in case. “Besides, I'll need some time to plan things out, and adventures, even solo ones, can go long, and I would hate to rush things if you have Shevhot, um,” you stumble over the Hebrew name of her college group, “Shevet, aah, at 7:00.”

Sandra cups her mouth and fights not to burst out in complete laughter.

“I'll text you when I figure out my schedule.” You try to continue as the the party's cleric is still giggling to herself. “I'm not sure I have your cell number, do you mind if . . .” You stop as Sandra is still laughing.

“What?” You smile greatly attracted by sexy sophomore's adorable laugh and playful demeanor. “What's so funny?”

“The group is called 'Chabad' she explains with a huge knowing grin. It's an acronym from the three Hebrew words of the first three sephirot of the kabbalistic Tree of Life: Chochmah, Binah, Da'at; Wisdom, Understanding, and Knowledge.”

“Damn her accent is hot.” Is your main thought as you're able at least to get the general gist of her words. “And what did I say?”

Instead of answering Miss Morelli reaches around behind your DM screen and picks up your pad of sticky notes and writes a cell number on it and then begins to draws a cute little goblin emoji holding a whip.

“It sounds like you said, 'shiphchah' and 'shephet', the Hebrew words for 'female ****' and 'punishment.'” The buxom brunette explains as she sticks the note on the back of the module, right next to the picture of naked women in chains being sold at the Mad Overlord's **** auction.

As the Library Science major straightens up she looks at you and muses, “That was one heck of a transliteration double entendre faux pas.” She pauses a moment enjoying your blushful chuckle at yourself. “But we Jews have always known good comedy, as well as the secret desires of the heart, break forth from the soul.”

“When you're ready, call me.” Sandra answers and before you can reply she turns as you watch that shapely ass leave your apartment.

“Fucking hey.” You stammer when the door closes leaving you alone.

You've had a crush on the shapely Miss Morelli the minute you first saw her, but between Vivian's demand of not hitting on her roommate, and not wanting to come off as some blue-balled skirt-chaser, like David or Saul, you kept your feelings in check, until now.

“Call me” You mentally note her words to yourself, not “text me.” As you fight the urge not to call her right now.

“Give a day, at least.” You say out loud as you ponder whether working on the assignment for your CFD (Computational Fluid Dynamics) class or a cold shower would be the best to get your thoughts off the buxom brunette.

“Maybe both.” You stutter as you finish cleaning up from the gaming session.