You open your eyes and immediately regret doing so as the sunlight assaults your retina. Screwing them shut tight you place a hand over them and weakly reply with a hi in return.
"Living the life of Riley I see." You open your eyes again, this time shielding them with your hand as you look up to the owner of the voice. The blonde girl stands a few feet away, her hands buried in the pockets of her cutoffs. Her short sleeved shirt flutters a little in the gentle breeze, the front unbuttoned and exposing everything from midriff to pink bikini top.
"Riley must have it good." She laughs, a cute giggle that makes you wonder if she's ticklish. "Are you an upperclassman?"
"Freshman," she replies, "But the weather's too nice to be cooped up in a classroom."
"Couldn't agree more," you reply. So a beautiful girl skipping class in the same year as you and for exactly the same reason. What are the odds?
"I guess great minds think alike. Anyway I'm Erin. You?"
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