“No, I’m — well, I go to college here. I’m from the south.” Summer exaggerated her slight accent a little. “I think I first saw you at the big lacrosse game last winter. The championship?” Carefully, she didn’t mention all the other things going on at that game.
“After that, it felt like I was seeing you everywhere. The grocery store, the park, the mall, the vet’s … you, um, had a boyfriend then, I think. Tall, dark-haired? I asked the vet about you.” Awkwardly, she clasped and unclasped her hands in her lap. “I know it seems a little stalkerish … “
“Oh fun, I’ve been down there once or twice with my dad on business,” Allison nodded twirling the wand in and out of her hair. “Yes, I believe it was the championship.” She set it down for a moment and put some hairspray on the roots to make sure they didn’t unravel.
“Really? I don’t think I’ve actually seen you around before,” she mused. She thought that with Summer’s hair colour that she would have noticed before. But maybe she missed it. “Yeah, if I hadn’t actually had a stalker at one point, I would say so too.”
Summer mused, “Until you’re actually looking for someone, you don’t usually see them. The world is funny that way.” She blinked a little at Allison’s comment about already having had a stalker. “It’s also odd how much information you can end up picking up about someone without even meaning to. Like, I know you do something athletic, but it’s not a school thing.”