It was Winter Break of Gwen's first year at college. She didn't have a major, or a boyfriend, or any idea what she was going to do with her life. Before the beginning of the semester, she'd had all of that and a job at a sandwich shop. She had the job still. Her main life goal was to eventually stop smelling of fresh bread. Everyone else was out of town, so business was slow at the sandwich shop.
She lived at home with her parents; she'd foolishly decided to go to the local college. It was a perfectly good school, but she wasn't breaking out of her comfort zone at all. Now that finals were done, she could focus on what really mattered. Looking for another job was going to be her summer project.
She was trying to reach out to new people; trying to make connections without actually making eye contact. She turned to online personals to see if anyone else was still in town; spotted the boy from her fall semester composition class that she'd sat behind. Jeremy. She'd liked him from the start. Well, close enough to it to gloss over any other distractions. He was cute, seemed sweet, and generally her type. She knew that he was a sophomore; that he'd gone south for the break, migrating to his ancestral home; that they probably weren't going to have any more classes together.
This could be her chance. This could be fate. This could be the funny, charming story to tell their children of How They Met.
She pinged him. They chatted for a bit on instant messenger. He asked her to describe herself. She said she was the girl with too much eye makeup who sat behind him. It was a very good description. Just like that, he knew far too much about her.
They set up a date for when he got back into town. They'd meet in the hip, trendy part of town, go out for dinner.
She had a Story, now she needed an Outfit.
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