Bev and I make our way back to the apartment after dropping Calvin off at his dorm. We think out loud, shoulders bumping, thoughts wandering. Xavier really offered to help. He barely knows me, but he offered to help me. 

When I get back to our apartment, laying down on my bed, my thoughts wander to him, to his brown, earnest eyes, to his offer. And then, before Xavier Jean can take up too much of my mind, my phone vibrates with a message. 

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey, it's santi

xxx-xxx-xxxx: can we talk?

And all of a sudden, a new era of memories comes flooding back.