I always keep an eye out. C’mon!” he said as he pulled Kaylee up off the park bench with a tug of her hands. “I’m dying for sheet time with you.”
Kaylee tossed her head back as she laughed. Smoothly, she brushed her blonde locks behind her shoulders as she shook her head at her boyfriend. “Charlie, Charlie, Charlie… What am I gonna do with you?” She shot him a sly look.
With a look of trouble in his eyes, Charlie wiggled his brows. “Dirty things I hope.”
***
Ashley pushed through the double doors of McCarron Hall, pleasantly surprised to see that the afternoon crowds today weren’t gathered in the lobby. There were only a few random students slumped over books in the overstuffed arm chairs peppered throughout the foyer. They seemed to be poring over their textbooks, rosters, and assignment lists with deer in the headlight glares. Ashley chuckled to herself a little. She wondered if they were students who had skated by at their hometown high school, and now that they were enrolled in college courses, they would have to actually do some solid work to get a good grade. She, on the other hand, had attended twelve years of parochial school and was not afraid of a little hard work. In fact, hard work gave her a supreme sense of satisfaction. In her eyes, accepting a handout or taking the easy way, was cheating – and in the end she only cheated herself out of the experience and the education.
She’d rushed a shower and change of clothes before realizing she still had over an hour before she needed to meet up with Logan. Classes ended early on a Monday for her. What to do? What to do? She wanted to avoid going back up to the dorm since she’d heard Kaylee and Charlie head for Kaylee’s bedroom. No need to hear that kind of music.
She made a beeline for the front desk, figuring she could check her mail. Lisa, as the nametag read, was the student housing assistant. She sat behind the front desk with a friendly smile on her face. She was cute, with chin-length red hair, and freckles peppered the bridge of her nose, above which a pair of bright green eyes peered over at Ashley.
As Ashley approached the front desk, Lisa quickly discarded her copy of Spin magazine into a desk drawer, sliding it shut with a bang.
“There’s a new face!” Lisa said in a raspy voice with a faint mid-western accent.
“Hi.” Ashley tucked a strand of her thick hair behind her ear. “I’m Ashley Slater. I’m up in 3J.”
“Lisa Sherman.” She pointed to her nametag. “I’m in A12. Where you from, Ashley?”
“New York.”
“Ah, the Big Apple! I had a feeling you weren’t from around here,” Lisa said with a wink.
“No twang,” Ashley replied at the same time as Lisa. They both laughed. “It’s missing from you as well. Where you from?”
“A little town you’ve never heard of called Saugatuck, Michigan,” Lisa said, trying to refrain from laughing again. “Hey, I’m a senior here, so let me know if you want me to show you around campus. I know the area pretty well.”
“Thanks, Lisa,” Ashley replied. “I might take you up on that one!” She liked Lisa’s friendliness. “What’s your major?”
“Psychology. Yours?”
“Music.”
“Cool!” She rubbed her hands together and leaned forward. “So what can I do for you? Mail? Directions? Things to Do?”
“Mail first, please,” Ashley replied politely.
“You got it!” Lisa hopped down from her counter stool. She went into a back room and came back a moment later. “Two packages on the first day of school! Aren’t you the popular one?” She handed Ashley two medium-sized boxes across the counter.
“Awesome.” Ashley glanced down at the familiar handwriting on both of the shipping labels. “While I have your attention, what’s there around here to do for fun?” She hoped to have something to mention to Luke or if things went well, a chance for a second meeting.
“Well, pick your poison,” Lisa said with a laugh.