They had lost all track of time, the conversation just kept flowing from one topic to the next. He was the most intelligent person she had ever met, he seemed to know information about everything and his face just lit up when he told a story. He seemed determined to succeed but not cocky in a way that she was used to. You could see he was so passionate in his values and ideas. What she loved most was the fact he seemed genuinely interested in her opinions and views. Jimmy had never really taken her seriously, she was the girlfriend that always looked good – in a sense she was there to be seen not heard. Where as with Sandy she felt like when he asked her a question he actually wanted her to illicit an actual response. He had asked about her love for art (something Jimmy had paid no attention to), admitting that he had unfortunately never spent that much time studying it but he had on numerous occasions walked around the galleries in New York. He liked Picasso but Rembrandt did nothing for him, however he was always open to learning how to correctly interpret a piece of art if she was interested in teaching him. She laughed at this stating that it really in the end was all down to personal taste. She found herself sharing information about herself that she never told anyone. Like how she'd love to put her art history to use by opening an art gallery, paint in Provence, how she'd always wanted to backpack around Thailand, nothing particularly major but dreams that she had never previously shared. He had responded with such enthusiasm making her believe that these things were attainable. She wanted to believe him, and for those two hours she forgot about Newport and all the drama that had surround her over the past few months.

'Oh my god look at the time you're like an hour late' she had just happened to glance at the far back wall.

'What?' Sandy twisted to see the clock 'Wow I don't think two hours has ever flown so quickly'. He turned back to face her, he took it all in. The sleek blonde hair, the crystal blue eyes, accentuated cheekbones – she could have been on the cover of a magazine she was that magnificently beautiful. She had such an air of class around her, not in an obnoxious way, but in a way that said she demanded respect. What he was most impressed by however was not the exterior, that was a plus of course, but the person on the inside. She seemed in one sense quite insecure in herself but once she started to tell him about what she wanted out of life he could see that spark inside her. She was clearly extremely intelligent but in such an understated way, she was fascinating to listen to, just the way she described how she could lose herself for hours in an art gallery taking in all her surroundings. He could tell that her family was something she didn't want to talk about, yet anyway and that Berkeley was sort of an escape for her. He didn't want to leave he felt like there was so much to learn about her, he could have stayed for hours but he knew he had to get back.

'Here I really have to go but I was wondering, eh like you know if your not busy tonight there's this party on tonight. Its like nothing major I'd understand if you were busy'

'Sandy you can just say Kirsten will you come with me'

'Sorry I have a tendency to ramble. So will you come?'

'I think I can fit it in'

'You know you have to dress up right cos its Halloween and there's a Hollywood theme'

'Oh good I love dressing up'

'Really who you going to be?'

'Now that would be telling I'm just going to have to keep you guessing' she was really beginning to flirt with him. The way she was flicking her hair and fluttering her eyes, he was getting incredibly turned on. He was fixated on her lips he wondered what it would be like just to kiss her. Heaven he could only imagine.

'So where do want me to pick you up'

'Oh I live in Greenpark dorms room 106 you can call over about eight I should be done beautifying myself then' she teased.

'Like you need any of that, you could walk in with a bag over your head and still look better then anyone else' she blushed at this, looking down but eventually looking up to meet his intense gaze.

'We're talking Hollywood glamour here I couldn't possibly disappoint' she replied 'anyway you better get going otherwise you may lose an election.'

'Oh I think I'm a winner already after today' he said as they got up and headed out the door. Kirsten's heart just melted after he said that 'You know you might be right but I don't want you getting fired, that won't look good on your CV'

He turned to look at her 'So I'II pick you up tonight?'

'I guess so, thanks for coffee'

'My pleasure so I better run' he really didn't want to leave her and almost didn't know what to do, it was too early to kiss her even though he really wanted to but instead he pointed to her badge and remarked 'You better treasure that badge it may be worth something valuable someday'.

She went straight home, skipped class; Kirsten Nichol had skipped class so she could find an outfit that would impress a guy. Now that was a first her roommate acknowledged. But all that mattered to her at that point was that Sandy would be blown away and if Newport had taught her anything was how to dress for a party – not just any party, a Hollywood party.

Read and review…. So I guess Sandy is going to appear with a paper bag over his head next chapter.