"Alicia, will you stop? That's the fifth time you've looked in the mirror in the last twenty minutes!"

Amanda wasn't there of course, but Alicia could hear her roommate's voice in her head loud and clear. Hours before, Amanda had mercifully told Alicia that she was headed for the Lauinger Library, with the phony excuse that she needed to study for midterms. But Alicia wasn't stupid. Midterms were still months away and Amanda was not a person who prepared for exams months in advance. An hour in advance was more like it. But God bless her anyway. Even though her roommate had made herself scarce to give Alicia privacy before Will arrived, it was still the sweetest thing that Amanda had ever done.

Abruptly Alicia stopped fluffing her hair and let her fingers fall from her green silk blouse. She had absolutely no idea what to wear to a basketball game, so she hoped that her blouse and jeans would be sufficient. And even if they weren't it was too late to change clothes now. She just hoped that she didn't look too terrible, although nothing could possibly look worse than a law student who resembled a drowned rat at a midnight pool party.

Her heart was racing with anticipation, (she refused to admit that she was nervous, even to herself) and she'd no sooner sat down on her bed, flipping through her Criminal Law book when there was a knock on the door. She was so startled that she gasped, her heart missing a beat.

Oh God, he's here.

Adrenaline rushed through her and she crossed the small dorm room to answer the door. One look at him and her breath was taken away. Oh God, was it really possible? Could he really be even more gorgeous than he'd been underneath the stars at the midnight pool party? It just wasn't conceivable. And yet, it was. He was dressed in a navy blue sweatshirt with white letters that spelled out "Georgetown" emblazoned on the front. And his dark blue jeans hugged his oh so sexy legs right down to his white high tops and-

Oh stop it, Alicia!

"Hey…"

She looked up, her heart skipping another beat when he smiled and his eyes met hers. "H-hey." She stammered.

But when his eyes moved up and down the length of her body, his smile faded and he shook his head. "No, no, no, this will never do."

Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you. That shirt."

"What about it?" Her voice was agitated now. ""What's wrong with what I'm wearing? And besides, it's not a shirt, it's a blouse!"

He nodded. "You're right. It's a blouse. And it's a nice blouse, but-."

"But what? Look, if you don't like the way I look then maybe this date or whatever it's called was a bad idea! Goodnight, Mr. Gardner."

She moved to close the door but he held out his hand, preventing her from doing so.

"Wait-."

Her hands went to her hips. "What?"

"Look, I-um… I didn't handle that very well. I, um… you look great. Really great and I didn't mean to imply-."

"Mr. Gardner whatever it is you have to say about my appearance just say it!. And then you can leave, all right? I have work to do!"

"You look great; wonderful, in fact. But I was thinking that this-." he held up a plastic bag and handed it to her. "-might make you feel more comfortable. I mean it is a basketball game after all."

"I don't-."

He smiled and his eyes become softer. "Just take it, please? You don't have to keep it. It was just-."

She reached into the bag and gasped as she removed a blue and white t-shirt with Georgetown across the front in bold script.

"I hope that's the right size." Will was saying. "I wasn't sure what size to get so I just-."

Impulsively she hugged him, smiling to herself when he lost his balance. And she kept holding on to steady him. When he drew back, she kissed his lips. The kiss was soft and barely lasted ten seconds, but it was all it took for her own equilibrium to be thrown off balance. Or perhaps it was due to the feelings inside her; feelings that she shouldn't be having for a guy she'd just met.

"I-um… thank you, Mr. Gardner, I-I mean Will. I-I'm gonna be right back. I need to… Um... Yeah…"

He chuckled and nodded. "Go ahead. Take all the time you need. The game doesn't start for a while, so-."

The shirt clutched tightly in her hand, she disappeared into the bathroom. Her heart was racing and it was hard to catch her breath. The green blouse slipped easily off of her head and sailed from her hand, landing in a heap on the floor as the Georgetown shirt took its place. She admired herself in the mirror and smiled, fluffing her hair once more. The shirt was a little big, but to Alicia it was a perfect fit.

And she hoped that she and Will were a perfect fit as well.