Vanessa and an apartment.

The apartment sounds like the obvious choice. “I’ll pick Vanessa.” You say mustering up a little smile for her.

“Excellent, I hate to admit I was hoping you would choose her. The apartment is a bit past the far end of the campus. For classes it isn’t really an issue, but the library is quite a walk, but as you are one of our students blessed with your own car, it is only about a two minute drive from the library.” She makes a few notes, opens a box and pulls out a ring of three keys. Handing them to you she says, “Being in the apartment has a couple of perks normally for athletes that you are welcome to take advantage of. This is to the library, this is for the gym, pool, and exercise rooms, and this is for your apartment.” She hands you a removable window sticker for your car, and a big yellow envelope, “This is everything you need to get your books, school uniform, and any supplies from the book store just next to the library. Plus you have meal vouchers for the cafeteria. Plus as you are now technically in the athletic program you get a weekly allowance of $50 for any outside expenses. However you will have to try out for a sport by the end of the September, and get accepted to keep the allowance. That is entirely up to you, the apartment is yours regardless.”

“Cool thanks.”

“My pleasure. A sport always looks good on a resume you know.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Wonderful. The address of your new apartment is in the envelope. Your first class will be Monday. I will send someone over with your schedule by Sunday afternoon. I have your phone number, mine and that of a few of my student aides are in the envelope as well. Feel free to call or text me if you need anything or have any questions.” She looks up at the clock. “Looks like we finished right on time. Can you send in the next girl on your way out please.” She gestures to the door.

“Of course.” You take everything and head out the door. The girl outside has a wide smile, is about 5’ tall, and has to be either a cheerleader or a gymnast. “Your turn.”

She hops to her feet, holds out her hand and says, “Hi, I’m Candi, with an I.”

Eep physical contact with a cute girl. She wants to shake hands, do you?

It would be rude not to.

No way, to scary.

Hesitantly, a little limp.

Nah, I’m a hugger.