A Sweet Meeting

We were both the last two to class. Both late. Chemistry lab. She was paired with me by that happenstance. Perhaps by fate. I already felt guilty. There was no way I would have been paired with her if we arrived to lab on time. She was so out of my league, I wasn't even permitted passed the gates to watch the game. Or so I felt.

The first assignment was a joke. I could have done it with my eyes closed, a lobotomy, and my left hand cut off. I was half way done with it, before the TA even got past the introduction. I was finished with it before he was half way through the explanation. I taught the beautiful creature that got the unfortunate luck of being paired with me, the troll that I was, everything about what we were suppose to do in the span of the third quarter of the TA's driveling on the topic.

Before he finished, we did the whole assignment again, but this time I let her do it to make sure she learned it. (I valued learning and never wanted to deny it to another if I happened to already know the subject matter myself)

We were polite enough to wait 5 minutes after the TA finished yacking to hand in our work. The bastard looked at me, seeing the trollish geek that I was and in spite of us, asked her to demonstrate her 'vast knowledge' in front of the class for perhaps 'she could teach them something he missed'.

She did the task like she lived in the lab for years. Fuck she was amazing. The look on the TA's surprised face was priceless.

Two and a half hour lab, and we were gone in 45 minutes. Ten of those because the TA was a smug bastard that got shown up. Those ten minutes were worth it.

As we left, she asked if I would be interested in coffee. I was an honest fool and said I hated coffee. Regretted the words even as they were leaving my mouth.

You do not say no to coffee, to a woman like this you idiot!

She laughed. "How about some hot cocoa then?"

So we went to a cafe, and shared more than a few cups of cocoa and laughed and began the process of falling in love...

Funny thing, since that point in time, I always dread being on time for anything, because of the one magical moment when I was late.