Orange

She answered with a shy chuckle. "Holy shit," you thought. "No one says orange. I'm always the only person to say orange." Her reply honestly left you a little stunned. It was something inconsequential. Completely irrelevant in almost every other situation. But your heart leapt. "What the fuck is going on?" you wondered. "Why am I getting so wrapped up in a single answer from this girl?" In your entire romantic life you've never quite had this feeling before. At least not so quickly. After all this was only the second time you had even seen this girl. This was borderline obsessive and creepy. But yet...you were excited. And you were aroused. Having her only a few feet away was a strangely intense feeling. If you could only figure out a way to close the gap, no matter how small.

Fuck it. You were turning around. "Wow. Fancy that." You said with a smirk. "Yeah," was all she could muster as she looked down at her desk. She didn't even make eye contact. But she was smiling. You were okay with that. Small victories after all. "So were you just copying me or is orange really your favorite color?" you teased. "No it is. Not sure why, but I've always liked it," she replied. She was making eye contact now. God what beautiful fucking eyes. "Shit! I'm doing it again. Cool your shit bro, this is the second time you met this chick. It probably won't even go anywhere," you tried calming yourself. But a part of you knew that fighting whatever affection you had for this chick was going to be a losing battle.

The class ended without anything else noteworthy taking place. Yoga Pants quickly made her way out again. You took extra care in getting an eyeful of her ass as she left. Fucking A was that ass something. You had even tried describing her to your roommate but words honestly couldn't do it justice. You did a good job of explaining that there was more to this girl than just a great ass in yoga pants though. Your roommate picked up on the fact that you didn't really talk about any of the other girls you had met this semester quite like how you talked about Yoga Pants. He reminded you it was only the second meeting and there was literally nothing else between you besides a shared class. You reluctantly agreed. You also made sure to tell him all about Miss Leuer. He seemed slightly jealous as you recounted the fact you had two very fuckable women in this one class. He made sure to remind you that both were equally unattainable.

You woke to your alarm again and made your way through your schedule with little fanfare. You couldn't help but get a little excited about going to German again. You were determined to get Yoga Pants' actual name today and maybe you could get some one on one time with Miss Leuer. As you rounded the corner and took your place outside the room, you thought of the best way to approach Yoga Pants. No method like the direct one after all. "Hey I never caught your name by the way," you tried to ask as casually as possible. Hoping not to tip off exactly why you wanted her name. "Courtney," she replied. "Courtney Apple." Ladies and gentleman. We got it. Yoga pants had a name. Courtney. Now you had the ability to learn more about her than you ever could in class. Corey talked your ear off during downtimes in the class again and you didn't have the opportunity to make anymore conversation with Courtney. Miss Leuer had provided the class the syllabus that contained her office hours. You now had a pretty good idea at what her schedule was and where she would be. Maybe this would come in handy if you decided to get a little bold.

You eventually made you way home and decided to try and tackle what was arguably the easier of your two targets in Courtney. You quickly looked her up on social media to determine her relationship status.