The wax coating on the book gripped my fingers tighter than I gripped it
My crumpled tartan backpack served as a seat
My other hand curled tightly around a Sobe bottle
The curls of my hair served as a chocolate sheet

I stole glances from the corner of my eye
Waiting for you to arrive
Searching for your green jacket gait
While the students swarmed around me like bees in a hive

You emerged from around a stone corner
I licked my finger and flipped the page
Counting the steps until I could see you
Until I could smell you and you smelled of sage

You made a face and tapped my book with a finger
I chuckled and threw you a look
You simply twirled away smiling
Until I was alone, just me and my book