Montana

He smiles at me. I try not to stare. Even under his baseball cap, I can tell he’s a handsome man.

“We’re blowing off some steam before we get back to work. How about you?” he says casually.

“I’m here with my best friend. We’re celebrating the end of our sophomore year of college,” I share.

As we chat, I continue to try to check him out without letting him know I’m doing so. Why would such a cute guy sit on the hallway floor with ...