First message
I sit with my teammates, as they joke around the table, the same as usual. I glance around the diner, and see you on the corner, with your laptop and textbook spread out. I've see you around campus, you're a cheerleader. Except you stick to one friend, and aren't at the parties. I have seen you in the room, of the sorority house keeping to yourself.
I stand up from the group, and walk to your table, taking a seat with ought waiting for an invite. I raise a brow, when you don't look up, or acknowledge my presence, which is a relief.
Hey, we're in history together.