Choices--page 79--Meeting at the Unversity

Choices--Page 79--note the college scene descriptions:

On Mondays I had an empty period between my German and Algebra classes, and, since both of those classes were in Old Main, and the Student Union was right next door, I usually spent the hour between classes in the Student Union Grill with friends.
That Monday morning I left my German class still fantasizing about sexy Millie. I was walking down the steps into the basement of the Student Union, which housed the University Bookstore and the café, when several girls came up the steps carrying books that they’d purchased. I stood back and held the door open. They smiled, and I started to go in. Then, about six feet behind them, a very tall, attractive brunette approached the door. I know my mouth must have dropped open when I looked at her. Damn, she was breathtaking. That’s a moment in my life I’ll never forget.
Evidently she’d purchased books for an entire semester. From the looks of the stack, she had enough for a couple of years. They were a load, and she was having trouble. I backed up, opened the door, and she looked over at me and smiled a thank you. There was a moment when our eyes met, she smiled again, and then she held that look for just a second too long. She stumbled on the threshold and books went everywhere. I caught her arm and steadied her, and she looked down at the books and paper strewn all over the floor.
“Oh, my God, I’ll never make it back to my room with all these books!”
“Here, let me help you.” I was on my knees in seconds, scooping up books and papers while students almost ran over me in the narrow hallway.
“I don’t have a class ‘till eleven. Let me help carry these books for you.”
“No, thanks, I can manage. Here, let me have them.” She held out her arms for me to stack the books on, and our eyes met again. Her face was slightly flushed. She had a slight smile on her lips, and I could tell that she was still a little chagrined from her last look at me, which had caused her to drop all her books in the first place.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah, that Western Civ book just slid off the top. I can handle them.”
I shook my head as I looked at the thick stack of textbooks. That damn Western Civ book was three inches thick, and it was stacked right on top of several other monsters, which would weigh anybody down. She got her balance and started out the door, weaving a bit as she approached the steps leading out of the basement.
I waited, thinking, she’ll never make it up those fifteen steps.
Sure enough, about halfway up the steps, she began to wobble and lean against the rail. It was just what I’d been waiting for. I ran up the steps in time to stop another avalanche of books.
“Hey, give me some of those books.” I took three big, thick ones off the top and held my hand on the others in the stack until she got her balance.
She steadied herself and smiled. “Okay, you’re right, I need some help.”
“Where are you going?”
“Across the street to the Omega House. It’s not far, but damn, these books weigh a ton.”
I took another couple of books, and we started walking toward the crosswalk.
We walked in silence for a few seconds, and then I said, “Uh, my name is Stuart Carson, but everybody calls me Sandy.”
“I’m Virginia Botner, and I’m a Omega Chi from Monticello. My friends call me Vi. What’s your fraternity?”
“Well, I’m not in a fraternity. I live in Razorback Hall.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Oh, I don’t know. You just look like a fraternity man.”
Shit, what do you say after that comment? Do fraternity guys look different from independents? I didn’t think so. I shrugged it off. Hell, she could have called me anything, and I still would have still tagged along after her like some lonesome dog.
I didn’t know it then, but during those last few minutes, I’d been with a woman who would never leave my mind. She was tall, almost as tall as me, and her eyes, my God, they were a vivid, violet blue, framed by the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. When she smiled it took my breath away. Of all the girls I’d met at the University, none of them had a more captivating smile. Her coal black hair was curled tightly around her ears and short bangs came down midway on her forehead. And boy, did she have a figure. She was wearing a light pink sweater, and it set off her soft, pale ivory complexion. I wished we were walking across campus instead of right across the street. We were there in only a few minutes.