The day after sushi.

I was lost in the sweet revery, walking back to the dormitory with my moderately annoyed roommate, Tom.

I noticed two birds flapping their wings in a shallow puddle – it looked like something you’d find on the cover of a sappy romance novel, not something a guy would point out to his roommate.

“Ah, look at these birds,” I pointed, lost in thought. “They’re giving each other a bath, how cute.”

“Jordan, sometimes you make me sick,” Tom said. “A few days ago, you would’ve passed the puddle without a second thought. Today, you’re expounding like you’re the second coming of Shakespeare.”

“Leave me alone, Tom. I’m just a little giddy.”

“Giddy? My God, you’re a bigger tool than Mendez?”

“Look, I realize relationships haven’t worked out for you lately, but do you have to harsh my cool? I found her, man. I finally found the one. “

“If you never say cute or giddy again, I’ll still feel dirty. Look, you aren’t gonna like this.”

“What?”

“I saw her earlier with Mendez.”