I start with the rental ads, before moving on to the Southern Florida University enrollment form I downloaded. Once I’ve shown her the racetrack brochure, I glance up nervously and realize she’s not looking at the paperwork—her eyes are fixed on me. A flush creeps over my cheeks. I want this—IknowI want it. I’m surer than I’ve ever been. I need her down there with me.
“I’ve been researching for days,” I explain, my eyes locked on hers. “I only looked at apartments between the campus and the arena, and I even got a dorm brochure, in case you—”
I wave the pages helplessly between us. She’s still just sitting there, staring at me in silence.
“This here is the SFU enrollment pack,” I continue.
Still nothing.
“See, they’ve got a mechanical engineering curriculum…”
Nada.
I’m starting to feel flustered. “I mean, what do you say to taking a look, at least?”
“What time are we meeting the others?” she asks.
“Twelve…” I glance at her. “Amy, are you even listening to me?”
“Yes.”
“You get what I’m trying to say, right?”
“No.” She thinks for a moment. “I’m hearing a lot about Florida, but I don’t remember you officially asking me to move there with you.”
She raises her eyebrows at me.
“Are you serious?” I laugh nervously.
“Don’t forget we need booze for tonight.”
She’s getting a kick out of this, isn’t she?
“Amy Hitman—will you come with me to Miami?”
Saying it aloud like that is making my balls shrivel up.
“Sure!” She beams.
And with that, she jumps off the bed, leaving me hanging there speechless as she wrestles on a bra.
“Any idea where I put my toothbrush?”
“?‘Sure’?” I repeat.
“There it is!”
She sashays over to the door, but before she can take another step, I’m racing across the room to block her way.
“Just… ‘sure’?” I flail with my arms. “But what about all my research? It took me hours!”
She glances over at the pages strewn across my bed, before strolling over to my desk, fishing for something in her bag. She turns back to me, clutching a wad of paper in her hand.
“I filled it all in already,” she says breezily. “And the research took me twenty minutes—just saying.”
The SFU logo gleams back at me.
“Absolute disgrace, dude!” I snatch the pages off her. “Why didn’t you just say?”
