Direct of course

A relatively short drive, barely 15 minutes have passed before I'm pulling up to the student parking, I climb out of the car and down the stairs, the hoards of people already visible, I send a text to Vi trying to gauge her location in the crowd. I always neglect to remember the community this university has fostered. I can tell it's not just professors and students here, there are definitely members from the general community out here supporting the small artists, the gardeners and the small makeshift stage for some performances from the various uni clubs.
I wade through the crowd glancing at my phone, either Vi is ignoring me or is having an exciting chat with someone... My heart thumps as my brain bombards me with the image from my dream.
I shake my head and mutter, "I don't want to see that...". But the thought of Vi not responding to my texts because of an exciting chat, or something... more. I shake my head again.

I look back up and continue to look for either Vi or Ari.
5, 10, 15 minutes pass.