Starry-Eyed Girl

Guardian Angels

I spotted him in PSL, the largest lecture hall on campus, which easily holds one thousand students in one room. My first class during my freshman year at Berkeley was Chemistry. He sat alone, with his right leg crossed over his knee, and I could see he didn’t wear socks, just a pair of brown leather topsider boat shoes, and his bare ankles. Though he was only a year older, he looked much older than a lot of the other freshmen there. It was only 8am, but his face already sported an after-five shadow.