“Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
I chuckled when the young woman said that, “I think I do, since you’ve been saying it over and over ever since you got in.”
“Well, it’s true. You really saved me from having to take an extra course next semester.”
We pulled up to a red light, and I used it as a chance to look at the young woman. Even after offering her a ride to class, she kept on crying away. At least this time, I hoped, they were tears of joy and appreciation.
She noticed me looking at her and gave the biggest smile possible, practically grinning from ear-to-ear. Her cheeks were flushed and chubby, showing off the tiny dimples she had.
God, she’s adorable when she smiles. She can land herself a husband just by doing that.
Behind us a car horn went off, ringing my ears. The blaring noise helped me look away from the young woman and focus on driving. I almost wanted to thank the driver of the car to help me pay attention.
As we continued on our drive, I kept the conversation going by asking a couple of questions, “So, what’s your major?”
I glanced at her in astonishment, “That’s a first. I don’t know anybody who openly chose that as a major.”
The young woman chuckled and began to explain her reasoning, “I always found it fun to look at older buildings and examining the brickwork, the sophisticated way the structure was build by hand, and how it managed to stand strong for years, decades even.” After she explained herself, she gasped and looked at me, “I’m sorry, I must be ranting.”
Hearing her talk reminded me of my youth, taking the reins of my life and throwing caution into the wind for something I genuinely enjoyed. Even to this day, I wondered if I rambled on and on to some people about it. But hearing her babble on about her studies was… enjoyable.
When we got to the next red light, I looked at her and smiled back, “It’s not ranting if you enjoy it.”
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