Disappointed, I left the jacket with him and headed home, thinking that might be the end of it, that our brief connection had run its course.
But then, a month later, I saw him again.
After the school lost an entire dorm building, they launched a two-month fire safety campaign. The city’s fire department sent in some officers to give lectures and hands-on training.
In a group of firefighters, Nathan was impossible to miss, tall, handsome, and naturally the most eye-catching one there.
A few girls near me were whispering, betting on how many abs that hot firefighter had.
I couldn’t help feeling a little possessive, like my prized cabbage was being eyed by a bunch of pigs.
Nathan asked if anyone knew how to use a fire extinguisher and needed a volunteer for a demonstration.
The second when his eyes landed on me, my heart skipped a beat.
His deep voice cut through the chatter, “How about the student in the bucket hat?”
Before I could react, my roommate gave me a little shove, and I found myself awkwardly walking toward Nathan.
He asked if I knew how to use a fire extinguisher.
I nodded.