"He might be down in Preston’s room but I’m not sure," Chris explained as Mira stood at Taylor’s door.
"Cool. Thanks Chris," she said and started off down the hall. She got to Preston’s room and knocked. He opened the door standing there in a pair of baggy khaki pants and a navy t-shirt. "Hey," Mira smiled.
"Hey there," Preston smiled back. "What’s up?"
"Is Taylor here by any chance?" She asked.
"Um, no. I haven’t seen him all day," he told her.
"Oh," Mira looked off to the side. "That’s weird."
"Yeah. You’re welcome to come in and hang out if you’re bored," he offered opening the door a little wider.
"Sure," she said and stepped inside taking off her coat. "So what’s going on?"
"Not much. Having little success on my English paper."
"Ah. What’s it on?" She asked wandering through the apartment.
"I don’t know yet," Preston laughed.
"That’d be a problem," Mira laughed.
"We have to compare themes in Romantic poetry," he explained.
"Hmm, I never really liked the Romantics," Mira scrunched up her nose.
"I don’t care for them too much either," he said falling down in one of the recliner chairs.
She smiled and walked to the shelves of movies he had next to his TV. "Quite a collection you’ve got here," she said.
"Yeah, it’s a bad habit," he told her.
She laughed. "Scorcese fan, I see."
"Definitely," he nodded. "You like him?"
"Eh. He’s alright I guess. Reservoir Dogs was good but the others were a little redundant."
"Interesting. Why do you say that?"
"I just don’t think Scorcese had much range as far as the themes of his films."
"True," Preston nodded slowly.
"Tommy Boy," she laughed as she read off the titles of his movies. "A Clockwork Orange," she continued.
"You like Kubrick?" he asked.
"Yeah, of course. I loved The Shining and A Clockwork Orange. But both of those were books written by someone else so maybe that’s why I liked them. Dr. Strangelove was alright." She stood back up and walked over to the recliner next to Preston to sit down.
"Hey you wanna go talk movies over pizza?" he asked.
"Sure," she smiled and stood up.
"Okay can we discuss my physics professor?" Taylor called out barging into Preston’s apartment hours later.
Preston shot up from his position on the couch. His hair was all messed up and his shirt was off. "Taylor," he said with wide eyes. "What’s up?"
Taylor narrowed his eyes at his friend. "I don’t know, what’s up with you?"
"Taylor," Mira sat up underneath Preston running her fingers through her hair. "Hey," she smiled.
"Oh wow," Taylor raised his eyebrows. "Um," he looked around the room uncomfortably. "I can go. Yeah, why don’t I do that and I’ll, uh, see you guys later," he said as he left the room.
Mira and Preston looked at each other before they started laughing. She reached down to pick up his t-shirt.
"Well that was nice and awkward," Preston said.
"Really," Mira agreed. "But I should get going anyway," she said looking up at him. She gently ran her fingers through his thick brown hair.
"Oh," he said disappointedly. "Okay." He rolled off of her and stood up putting his shirt on. She got up and straightened her clothes. They looked at each other and let out small laughs.
"Um," he began. "So can I give you a call? I mean, I’d like to go out again."
"Sure. Definitely," she nodded. "Um," she turned into his kitchen. "Let me give you my number," she wrote on a post-it on the refrigerator.
"Cool. I’ll give you a call," he said as she put her coat on.
"Okay. So, bye," she smiled opening his door.
"Bye," he smiled back.
