Chance Encounter
You: Creative writing student, 5'4" (I think), blonde, smoker, took Hilder's fiction seminar on Mondays last fall; Me: brooding, talented guy who sat toward the back and turned in infrequent but masterfully crafted short stories about loss, the abyss, etc; I demolished one of your pieces during critique once, leaving you in tears, after which you never spoke to me, but I assure you I was probably just jealous -- can't we make things up nicely over drinks at my place?