"Oh come on, Ophelia, you didn't come up here, late at night to talk about virtual reality." He said to me as he began to say his lines. My mind was running through something else. I was hoping we could intimate and spend more time. Lying on his chest and sleeps all day. I just wanted that at that moment.
He was right, I didn't come for the lines reading, I came for something else and I guessed as a guy, he noticed all my flirting.
Daniel had sent me his address one hour later after school ended and I had taken a Uber down to his house in San Francisco not far from the dorm. His house was very beautiful. It was painted off-white and had a palm tree in front of it. Gardens surrounded it and it looked comfortable and beautiful.
"I came up here to talk about s****l reality," I smirked.
