"Matt! What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." The jarring brightness of a naked light bulb behind him highlights the dark curves of his face.
We met during our first year of university, before I'd left programming far behind me. I remember the day we met. He was the only other kid who sat in the back row of Intro to C++. He looked at me and smiled. His smile was broad and gorgeous, his teeth shockingly white against his dark chocolate complexion. But I was still a quiet girl and so I didn't smile back. When he came down the row and sat beside me, I couldn't ignore him and I wasn't alone anymore. I believe I fell for him right then and there, because of that one kind gesture.
I spent the entire first semester of university pursuing him. When I finally convinced him t
