Dana looked for her all throughout the rest of the day—in the Student Union, in the cafeteria, in the twin dormitory buildings that rose five stories and housed most of the sophomores living on campus. Dana knew it was a long shot, but she took to hanging out in the study lounges on the first floor, hoping against hope she might catch a glimpse of the girl and maybe somehow strike up a conversation. If she ever saw the pretty stranger again, she’d be sure to come up with something much more scintillating to say than, “I like your perfume.”
Maybe the next time she’d add something daring and sexy, along the lines of, “I still smell you when I close my eyes.” Though that needed a bit of work, Dana admitted. When she first thought it up, it sounded promising, but the more she ran her mind ove
