"So, are you coming in or aren't you?" Betsy laughed.
"What? Oh... Yes, well... Thank you." Dennis said stepping into the dorm room which looked surprisingly as dull as his own.
"My, this certainly is a nice place you have here." He said, fully aware of the nervousness that filled his voice.
"It is? I-I mean, thanks!" Betsy said. "I always thought that it was pretty drab to be honest."
"Oh... Well... maybe a little, but it's still nice." Dennis said with a nervous laugh.
Betsy grinned. "Boy, when Mark said you were shy, he wasn't kidding!"
"He said that?" Dennis asked, feeling a slight irritation toward his roommate.
"It's okay. I don't mind." Betsy said with a smile. "I think shyness is a nice quality in a guy."
"You do?" he asked in disbelief.
"Most of the guys that I go out with think they are God's gift to women." She said with a roll of her eyes.
"So... Do you date a lot?" Dennis asked, already knowing the answer. A beautiful woman like Betsy must have dates lined up for months on end.
"Actually, no." Betsy said. "I'm really trying to concentrate on my education."
"Really?" Dennis asked, sitting down in a plush over-sized chair.
"Yes. I came to Yale with the dream of designing my own line of clothing."
"That's fascinating." Dennis said, giving her his full attention.
"Well, so far it's just a dream, but hopefully one day..."
"It's a very admirable dream." Dennis said.
"You think so?" Betsy asked, her eyes brightening at the compliment. "Well, unfortunately, you're about the only one. My parents were so angry when I told
them why I had applied to Yale."
Dennis couldn't believe his ears. "What on Earth for? That's a terrible thing;discouraging your own children from pursuing their dreams!"
"Oh... Well, it's a long story." Betsy sighed. "By the way, I thought we were going out."
"What?" Dennis looked at his watch.
"Oh Heavens! Look at the time! Perhaps we can continue this discussion at the restaurant?"
"I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away." Betsy said.
"No need to be sorry." Dennis said, suddenly wishing they could skip dinner and stay there all night... talking. "Well... He said after a brief silence. "Shall we go?"
Betsy smiled and grabbed her jacket, and purse before following Dennis out into the hall, locking the door behind her.
As they walked to Dennis' car, he couldn't help but smile. He had no idea what was in store for him tonight, but he had the feeling that it was bound to be a
night he wouldn't soon forget.