Cassie
By the time Derek pulled into the Delta parking lot Friday night, I had laughed so much my cheeks hurt.
That alone should have told me something.
The surprise date turned out to be an outdoor fall festival about thirty minutes from campus, complete with food trucks, live music, ridiculous carnival games, and enough strings of lights to make the entire place look like someone had decorated it specifically for i********:. Derek had spent twenty dollars trying to win me a stuffed penguin before finally accusing the basketball game of being rigged. When I reminded him that he was a college athlete, he informed me that running fast did not qualify him for “carnival athletics.”
It had been fun.
Really fun.
And somewhere between sharing cinnamon-sugar donuts and laughing while Derek
