somewhat hoped it was - that would solve everything for her - but, then again, she had been looking forward to it. She hadn’t had Italian food for some time since attending college. As a poor college student, she rarely went out to dinner.
At the end of class, she packed up her stuff and noticed how sluggish and tired he seemed. He usually appeared more put together - clean cut, his glasses perfectly propped on his face.
Yet, with his stubble and his tired eyes, he looked more handsome than before. Perhaps, she thought, because when he looked tired, his frown appeared subtler.
“Looks like you need some coffee,” Sabrina teased.
He half-smiled (the most he could do, she figured), “You don’t even know. My brother and I were out with our clan last night.”
“Like the Ku Klux?”
He rolled his eyes, but only slightly since it seemed to be too much effort in his state, “Not quite. It’s just kind of our family unit. It’s not that important.”
“Hungover then?”
“No, they just got a little rough,” his frown returned. “I don’t drink. Our dad was an alcoholic.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. He’s dead now.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond.
“I’m kidding,” he said with another slight smile. “I mean, my dad is actually dead, it’s just not okay.”
“Oh, um…”
“I really am just kidding,” he laughed. “Our dad would never drink. I’m sorry.”
“Your mom, on the other hand, is the real alcoholic,” Sabrina gave a slight smile.
“You got it,” he nodded. “She has vodka for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“What about dessert?”
“She usually has rum for dessert.”
She laughed, “That’s really not funny.”
He kept smiling (a good look for him, she thought), “No, it’s not. I appreciate you playing along though.”
“I’m going to the library to work on some stuff between classes. Want to join and get some coffee from the cafe?”
“You want to get coffee with me, huh? When I’m such a pretentious bore?” he continued packing up his things. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather ask my brother?”
She felt nerves run up and down her arms. Did he know David had asked her out?
“I prefer a bore from time to time,” she answered. “I figured I would just invite you since I’m going anyway.”
“I need to get some coffee, obviously, so I’d love to join.”
They walked together to the library amiably by discussing their new classes for the semester. Lucas even apologized for being cruel to her in their math class - he’d had other classes where he did all the homework for “pretty girls,” so he didn’t want the same thing to happen.
“Ah, so you think I’m pretty, huh?” Sabrina chuckled.
“I… I do,” Lucas shrugged. “You happen to be my type, I guess.”
“So non-committal!”
They ordered their coffees and took a seat in the corner of the lounge area of the library. Both pulled out homework to work on, though Lucas still appeared too weary to focus on anything. Still, this time he did help her with some of the math in her new Statistics class, which she happened to understand much better. Overall, Sabrina was surprised at how well they were getting along.
“I don’t know if you’d want to, but a friend of mine’s band is playing this Saturday. It’s an all-ages show, if you wanted to come,” Lucas asked cautiously. “You’re welcome to invite your roommate, if that would make you more comfortable.”
“I think I might be down for that,” Sabrina tried not to seem too eager. “Do you want my number so you can give me the details and everything?”
“Oh, yeah. That would be helpful. I’m afraid I don’t go out that often.”
“You really are a bore, huh?”
“I guess I am,” he gave a slight smile.
They continued doing homework together until they both had to go to class. Coincidentally, they had class at the same time, but on different ends of the campus. Sabrina thought about her dilemma