Sally followed her out and smiled. The night air was fresh and cool. “A good night for a short walk.” She thought. Then she said aloud, “The quad’s so quiet. I bet you could hear a pin drop.”
Trish looked up to the sky, the stars were splashed across it in dazzling blues and whites. “Yeah, it’s never like this at home. I can barely see the moon through the haze there.”
Both girls walked quietly, lost in their own thoughts and ideas on what the night would bring. The stars stayed bright, but the street slowly grew darker as the street lights became more widely spaced.
It was Trish that broke the silence. “How does she afford to live off campus? And in such a nice house?”
“Probably a trust fund baby. I know what you mean though; she doesn’t seem so high brow. She seems almost out of place in that house.”
“Yeah, I guess. That’s her house there right?” Trish said, pointing ahead.
“Yep, I told you it was easy to find.” Sally hoisted the bag higher on her shoulder and smiled at Trish. “I can’t WAIT to see her in this. And remember; don’t trip on the broken step.”
