I waited for her outside the old building, the building that was known for being old and nothing more, named after people long since forgotten. I leaned against the steep, cracked stairs and read my statistics book, which if you’ve ever had statistics you know was uncomfortable and dull. I heard the door open and her laughter filled the air like music. I instantly smiled, an involuntary reaction, kind of like a moth flying toward the fire, knowing that it’s danger but not being able to stop its wings from taking it there.
And that’s Katrina Elizabeth George, my fire, my blindingly dangerous light.
I looked up from my book when I felt her standing in front of me. There she was, large brown eyes waiting expectantly.
“So,” she began. “Do we have a plan for this evening?”
I shook my head, “I guess we can just go out or something.”
“No, we always do that… Let’s not decide right away. We can walk down by the riverfront and go from there?” Continue reading