“That’s so weird,” he said, “I was just watching that movie the other night, and tonight, I had this strange urge to go to Denny’s.”

“Wow,” I said laughing, “I’m Mara by the way.”

“Mara, nice name. I’m Ethan,” he said. He didn’t stick out his hand like most people do and that was the first sign that he was going to be alright in my book.

“Ethan,” I repeated.

“So, you go to Penthmore University?” He asked.

“Yeah, you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, “Although, I can’t believe I decided to stay here over the summer. But, I didn’t want to quit my job and I couldn’t figure out where to go…”

“Wait a second,” I interrupted, “Don’t you work at that record store in the old part of town?”

“Yeah…?” He said.

“I’ve seen you there. I remember you blew up on that idiot guy who asked you if you guys carried any Flava Flav albums. Like you guys actually would or something. That was classic!” I said.

“Wow, you remember that?” He said laughing.

“Yeah, I was like, that guy is so awesome.”