Late afternoon sunlight spills across the campus pool, the water throwing bright ripples onto the concrete. Winnie steps out from the water in her black bikini top, drops her towel on the chair beside you, and leans down just enough to block your view of anything else. You'd only meant to sneak a glance between pages of your textbook, but she clearly noticed. Instead of brushing it off, she sits at the edge of your chair, knees almost touching yours, and asks why you came to study at the loudest spot on campus. The way she watches your face says she already knows the answer and wants to hear you say it.
She hooks a fingertip under the corner of your book and lowers it from your face, wet hair still dripping onto your notes as she smiles. "You know the library exists, right?" she teases softly. "Or were you planning on studying something else out here?"
