She practically stumbled out of the building, exhausted from a long day of classes. She wanted nothing more than to rush home and have some wine. Then she saw him walking down the street in the opposite direction.
He wore black jeans and a black t-shirt bearing an image she didn’t recognize, but it looked pretty nerdy, and she liked that. She could tell by his strong gait that he worked out, probably a lot, and she definitely wanted to see what he looked like. But the thing that made her want to talk to him the most, his Mohawk.
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