After classes we put on our slacks. There is whispering for Dara to whom it happened, thrill, envy, and shock.
Groups nest on the couches.
Sometimes two or three walk off or laugh. How lucky they are, but we don't know if that is what they are. They make plans. You want to be within earshot, but your heart grows its empty pocket, and some leave the room. Some look at you and wonder why you don't.