"We should hang out after class sometime,” she says while reaching into her bag, distracted by something in there. She pulls out a notebook and scribbles something down fast. Then she hands me a torn out piece of paper.
“Definitely. I don’t really know anyone, yet,” I admit, taking the note in my hand. I open it and see her number scratched on it in curly letters.
“Me either. Well other than my whore-ish roommate and her habitual man cakes slutting around the room.” She laughs, rolling her eyes.
“Man cakes? Sounds…disgusting.” I cringe.
“Totally is. I’ve never seen so many caveman asses in my life. Who knew guy's asses could be so hairy.”
“Ugh. That’s nasty.” I scrunch my nose up in disgust. “Well, you can definitely come over any time if the sex den gets to crowed,” I tell her. I get a good vibe from her and since we have the same major I’m sure I’ll see a lot of her. I need some friends other than Pete.
“Definitely going to take you up on that,” she says just as the teacher walks in. As he starts up class, I un-wrinkle the piece of paper and program her number into my phone.