By the time I met up with Barry, he was, of course, already waiting for me. I don't think that guy has been late to anything in his life. The rain had let up, but the whole campus was foggy and damp.
Students were scampering across the quad on their way to various classes or to the library. I waved at a few people I recognized from various classes as I approached Barry.
He was on his cell as I approached, but he waved at me in acknowledgement as he wound up. He was listening to someone on the other end ramble, and made a gesture with his hand at me to joke that the other person wouldn't stop talking. Finally, he said his goodbye and hung up.
"Sorry, Casey just would not stop talking." He told me as he stuffed his phone in his pocket.
"No worries." I told him. "So where are we going?
