A star away from falling apart.

I was sitting in MN History tonight, absently wondering why the fuck we were there because THE SNOW WAS GOING SIDEWAYS, when Professor Mammenga pointed out that the snow was going sideways.
I went, "I was just thinking that!"
Everyone busted a gut.

Then, when we were leaving, someone from another class was walking out at the same time as us, and his papers went EVERYWHERE.
So naturally, I bent down to help him. We laughed a minute about how stupid it was that teachers still handed out pamphlets and whatnot, y'know, small talk.
And when I got up, one of the kids from my class was waiting for me.
It was odd. I was a little put off by it.
In fact, I had no idea what to say. I sort of smiled at him and started walking out the door.
When I was halfway to the car, I realized I had dropped my keys somewhere.
Now, it was sideways snowing, ladies and gentlemen.
And it was cold.
And almost dark.
I was panicking, you could say that.

So, I turn around, and I SHIT YOU NOT, there was the guy.
Picking up my keys from the ground.
And I'm thinking to myself, "Well, fuck. I'm gonna have to offer him sexual services or something, he's such a creep".
Then, he goes, "Cayla? Are you gonna come get these keys or do I have to bring them to you?"
I could barely hear him. Hell, I could be totally wrong at what he said. He could have said, "Cayla, get on this dick or I will shoot you".

Anyway.
I walked the short distance to him, and held out my hand for the keys.
He smiled this HUGE smile, handed them to me, and then said he'd see me later.
Well, I get to the car, and as I go to start it, I notice that there is something attached to my Tinkerbell keychain thing.
It's his number.
His name is Charlie.

God, what a night.