Sighting"
Once, when she was walking to classes, she thought she might have seen it, large, red and as flashy as a neon sign, parked in front of the rose garden. A boy was leaning against its passenger door, dressed in a white student council's jacket, his fingers caressing the side of a car as if it was a person and he was about to get in bed with it. What a weird comparison, she thought, and looked away. When she looked back after a second there was no car and the boy was inside the greenhouse. Somehow, that didn't even seem strange.