"So, does your roommate play shows, or…"

"Get out."

Ted nods reluctantly, feeling guilty about letting Cindy down, but a little hopeful that he might meet her roommate on the way out. As he reaches for the handle he turns back to Cindy and says "I'm sorry." She doesn't respond, she just nods and sits down on her bed. Ted then opens the door just to see the door to the bathroom close. He hovered for a second before starting to walk again. But before he could even pass the couch, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life walked out of the bathroom wearing a pink robe. Both of them stopped and stared right at each other.

"Who are you?" asked the woman.

He hesitated for a second, looked at Cindy's door and spoke. "My name's Ted, Ted Mosby, I was uh, I was just leaving."

"Oh, why were you here?"

"I was with Cindy, but she kicked me out… you're her roommate right?"

"No, I'm a wanted criminal and I climbed through her window to avoid being caught by the police."

Ted hesitated for a second, and chuckled. "Sorry, obvious question. Um, what's your name?"

She lightened up and grinned at Ted. His insides shook. God, she's so beautiful, thought Ted. "I'm Tracy. Tracy McConnell."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Tracy." He extended his hand and she shook it. "Oh my god, I recognize you! I know you!" says Tracy. "I took one of your classes."

Ted's face lit up, excited that this seemingly perfect woman liked architecture. "Really? Which one?"

Tracy's mouth extended into a devilish grin. "Econ 305." She chuckled.

"Econ 305? But I don't teach… Oh no…"

"Oh yeah…" she responded, laughing.

He put his hand in his hands, laughing. "God, I'm so embarrassed."

Cindy's door opened and Cindy walked out, confused. "Ted, why are you still here?"

He was flustered, he looked at Cindy and was about to say something, but Tracy spoke for him. "Sorry, I was talking to him."

"Cindy, I'm sorry, I'll just, I'll just go." Ted turned around grabbed the yellow umbrella and the door handle, but Tracy stopped him.

"Wait, that's my umbrella! Oh my god! I lost that umbrella-"

"At a night club on St. Patrick's Day." Interrupts Ted.

"At a night club on St. Patrick's Day." Says Tracy.

Ted closed the door and handed Tracy the umbrella. "I'm sorry." He said once more, but Tracy just smiled at him. He turned around and apologized one last time to Cindy and left.

"He seemed really nice, Cindy, why'd you kick him out?"

Cindy sat down on the couch, feeling flustered and defeated. "He's in love with you."

Tracy looks shocked and sits down next to Cindy. "I'm sorry, what? He just, he just met me! How could be in love with me?"

"Literally, everything he saw of yours he went crazy for!"

"Okay, but that doesn't mean he's in love with me. You should have shown him my room! He would have ran away screaming after seeing my calligraphy set, my coin collection, my chain-mail corset from the renaissance faire, well that's actually pretty cool."

"Well why shouldn't he be? You're practically perfect. Everything about you is perfect, the way you fall asleep on the couch when you're doing the crossword-"

"When did he see me fall asleep on the couch…"

"The way your hair smells… the way your eyes sparkle…"

Tracy had no idea where Cindy was going with this. She couldn't say she wasn't flattered, but she was more surprised when Cindy leaned in and kissed her. Tracy was too confused to kiss Cindy back, so she quickly pulled away. "I might have some stuff to figure out."

"You might."

"I'm so sorry!"

"No, uh, it's okay. It's okay, it was nice… that was the first time I've been kissed in a long time."

Cindy and Tracy hugged. Both of their eyes had been opened that night, and they had Ted Mosby to thank. But Tracy couldn't shake the feeling that Ted was something special.

Little did she know that she would see him again, a long ways down the difficult road.