Ya, sure.

Never hurts to have a friend. You hand him your phone. He uses your face to unlock it then starts clacking away. “There you go. I sent myself a text. I’ll text you back after my meeting. We are going to be friends, I know it.” He hands the phone back to you. The text says “Hey sexy it’s Alex, wanna play a game?”

“A game?” You ask looking up from the screen. He winks and heads into the office without a word. “What kind of game?”

The door closes. Oh well. Onward. You head to your car and indeed, parked next to you, is a older but obviously well maintained Harley. Sleek, black with a bit of dark brown, a two person seat, and two small bags on the sides. A pair of leather worn gloves just sitting on the seat. “Cool.” You hop in your car and check out the envelope. Punching in the address of the dorm, it is 5 minutes away. Your mouth is still rather dry. A little search later and you find a coffee shop very close, walking distance from the dorm, really. Or there is a couple of different cafeterias in the dorm it seems. “I should get something to drink.” Then again, maybe getting settled in first is best.