Eight:
Finding the cafeteria building was not hard with supernatural senses. That, and following the feel of the hungry beings as they all migrated towards bodily comfort was pretty obvious.
“Dylan, you came!”
Carolyn Pope exclaimed, as she batted her thick lashes at me. Her medium pink hair was pulled into a loose low hanging ponytail. Even the more casual, haphazardly styled look was adorable on her. I certainly had a type, I loved girly lesbians. I guess, I feel like my nonbinary persona and look, are more than enough androgyny for one pairing.
“Hey Carolyn, classes good?”
I asked in my usual shy tone. I don’t understand it, but I can get into fistfights outside bars, but I still feel shy around pretty girls. I felt plenty shy around Diana as well, but something about her just see
