First glance
October 3rd 1986
'What are you having, Lizzie?' Joey asked his friend.
'I'll have a latte,' she answered.
'One latte coming up.' Elizabeth was looking for a place for her and her friend to sit in the crowded coffee bar. She was desperate for a good cup of coffee before her first class of the day started. As she was scanning the room, her eye fell on a guy, a couple of years older than her. That's what she thought. He was in a conversation with an older man she had seen before around on campus. The latter was probably a professor at UVA. She couldn't help but look away. The young guy was talking so passionately about god knows what. His hands were making all kinds of wild gestures to add to the conversation.
Joey snuck up behind her. 'Here you go, Lizzie.'
She turned around and accepted the cup greedily. 'Thanks, Joey.'
'Have you found us a seat?'
'Euh,' she hesitated. No she hadn't found them a seat. She hadn't even looked for a spot for them to sit. Just then, two girls left their spot and Joey noticed immediately. 'Over there. Let's go.'
She cast one more glance at him. The guy. Then she turned her attention to Joey and followed him. 'Let's go.'
November 24th 1986
Elizabeth opened the door of her professor's office. She'd been summoned to his office to talk about her latest paper that she'd handed in. She'd got an A. The A of Again, so it seemed. She got nothing but As. Her insights into the various topics were something her professors were very interested in.
She stepped outside into the corridor that seemed endless. Just outside the office, Henry was waiting in one of the wooden chairs, ready to speak to that same professor just like the other four students that were waiting in the adjacent chairs. He glanced up at the beaming girl that stepped outside. Her smile was so bright. She looked happy, deliriously so. Her conversation must have gone well. Closing the door behind her. She turned and started her walk down the long corridor. Henry's gaze followed her every move. The most beautiful human being he had ever seen, that she was for sure. She walked so gracefully. How his heart stopped when one of her books fell from her arms. She turned around and picked it up. Just then, as she turned, he was able to see her eyes. How they sparkled. He was pulled out of his reverie as his professor stepped outside and summoned McCord into his office. His mouth wide open, he stood up and cast one more glance at the beautiful blonde making her way into the cold that was waiting for her outside. Her ponytail was wobbling and seemed to share in her happiness. Whatever the conversation with his professor would bring, he was happy too.
