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    The next day he woke up feeling good, and decided to leave the house while he kept his device handy for Mika’s call. Uriel Erb, one of the only guys at school he considered a friend, met him on campus and they decided to shoot a game of pool at the activity center. Uriel was pretty good, but so was Brad, and this made for a friendly rivalry between the two men when it came to the game. They found an empty table in the large room that sat below the men’s dorm, and Uriel opted to rack while Brad got the first break. A few players were going at it on other tables, but the place was relatively quiet considering the crowd that would normally be in there during the week.
    “So what have you been up to, Lee?” he asked, and though Brad hated the nickname, he let Uriel use it.
    “Turns out I have a date today.”
    “A date? Whoa, go ahead player. Who is it?”
    Almost immediately, Brad slammed the tip of his cue into the cue ball, and it shot into the rest of the fifteen balls with a crash that dropped two striped balls, and a solid.
    “You came to play, I see,” Uriel offered up, and then sat himself on a stool as if he expected Brad to be at his turn for quite a while.
    “Do you know Mika Scheider?”
    “No, what does she look like?”
    “Dark hair, tan, kind of tall. It’s a big campus, I’m dumb for even thinking you know her. What matters is that she is drop-dead gorgeous, dude. Like model hot.”
    “She’s that hot and she’s going out with you?”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Come on, Brad. Even the girls on our level scare you away. How did you cook up the urge to talk to a girl like that? I mean, spill the beans bro. I could probably learn something off of you.”
    Brad sank three more striped balls into the holes, and upon lining up a fourth for a bit of English to make the fifth, he miscued. He cursed and sat down. Uriel got up and placed some chalk on his cue stick. He observed the lay of the table and like Brad, proceeded to sinking balls one after the other.
    “It’s your game to lose now. As for Mika, she’s the one who talked to me. She asked me out, she’s been controlling the whole thing, and the only thing I’m trying to do is not mess it up by saying anything stupid,” Brad said.
    “Well, ask her if she has a roommate or something when you get a chance, man. I’ve been striking out left and right.”
    Uriel sank the 8-ball to win the game after an impressive run and Brad hopped up immediately. He racked the balls for a rematch and thought about how he would take his time and show Uriel how much of a superior pool player he was. His device chimed, and Mika’s grinning face popped up on it. Showing Uriel her photo and receiving the thumbs up, Brad walked outside for some privacy so that he could talk to her.
    “Hey, what’s up?” he said into his phone, trying his best to sound cool.
    Mika caught him in this attempt, and then suppressed a smile as she answered. “We’re hanging out today, remember? I don’t see your car.”
    “Yeah, we’re supposed to hang out, but where are you?”
    “I’m outside of your apartment. I know I said I’d call but I figured I’d come pick you up and we can, like, go to the museum or something.”
    “I’m at school. I can be there in fifteen minutes. So, museum you say? Which museum do you have in mind?”
    “The modern robotics one. I thought that it would make sense, considering our class and all.”
    “Yeah, erm, of course. Good thinking.”
    When he got off the phone he opened the door to signal to Uriel that he was gone and then he took off sprinting towards his car. When he got to his apartment, Mika was walking around, checking the building out. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her jeans; they revealed every curve on her lower body. She greeted him and then motioned for him to get into her car. They visited the museum – Brad knew it well from the numerous times that he had gone – and then they had lunch and she