[ WP ] Your phone is the best wingman ( playing music at the right time , calling people , etc . ) and keeps trying to set you up with this one person . It 's starting to get creative .

( This story is true, for whatever it's worth now ) 
 
 It was the afternoon, and I was late as usual. 
 
 I awkwardly fast walked my way out of the dorm, pushing the door open with my shoulder, my hands fumbling to get the ear buds in place. 
 
 I had n't lost track of time, exactly. There just was n't a good way for me to check the time while playing Dishonored without pressing the middle-x-button-thing on my controller, which naturally only occurred to me as a good idea until after 2:30... Fifteen minutes after my lecture on the other side of the red cedar had started. 
 
 I stopped to mash the play button through my pocket for a solid thirty seconds in the little corner room separating the residential area from the class rooms before I got frustrated and pulled out my phone to manually restart my iPod, trusting the age old, `` turning it off and on again'' to resolve the issue. 
 
 Which, in my haste to open the next door to the classes and pull out the pod had the unexpected result of triggering the poorly implemented and buggy as hell shuffle function. 
 
 I looked up. 
 
 Honestly there was no reason for it to sync up the way it did. The damn near iconic hook of keys sliding down the piano as the bass line picks up, and Barry giving his velvet smooth moan into the microphone. 
 
 Our eyes met. 
 
 Not an uncommon occurrence if we're being honest. It had become something of a past time of mine to keep an eye out for her during my lunch hour, craning my head ever so slightly to see past the flood of people in our dining hall and just... see each other. 
 
 There were no moves made. This was still my freshman year, and I was an incorrigible coward. The idea of talking to a complete stranger, let alone a knockout like her did n't even enter into my realm of possibility. 
 
 But she smiled. 
 
 She maintained her gaze, grin curling her expression into something wry and knowing. 
 
 Then we'd go about our days. We did n't talk, or meet up, or move to sit together. We'd just notice each other, beaming for a moment or two before unpausing our respective college experiences. 
 
 Except for that day. 
 
 We still had the RCAH formal in those days, and she was sitting at a desk in the hall advertising for the thing. Pure coincidence she had the time off in between that day. 
 
 But there we were. Me standing there like an idiot, listening to Barry White softly punctuating the whole affair, while she looked back at me, somewhere between happy and a deer in the headlights. 
 
 I pulled the left ear bud out, dumbly looking at one of the fliers. 
 
 `` -come tonight?'' She asked quietly. Maybe she'd started the sentence while the headphone was in. 
 
 I stared blankly, Barry still singing to my right ear. 
 
 And then I nodded. `` Sure,'' I squeaked, failing to keep my voice from cracking. 
 
 We maintained our respective gaze. Time drifted by unheeded. 
 
 `` Hey! Coming out tonight?'' 
 
 The moment shattered like stained glass against concrete. 
 
 I had n't even noticed there was someone sitting next to her, apparently completely oblivious to what had happened. 
 
 Truth be told I do n't even remember what the other girl looked like. I just remember nodding numbly, half listening as she informed me of the nights activities. 
 
 I darted my eyes in desperation, my hand sliding into my pocket. 
 
 She droned on, and to my credit I nodded once or twice, before checking the time. 
 
 2:40. 
 
 I stiffly shoved the indestructible flip phone back into my pocket, a laundry list of expletives on repeat in my forebrain. 
 
 `` I have to go,'' I blurted, cutting the other girl off midstream. 
 
 I turned to walk away, but some part of me paused. 
 
 `` See you tonight?'' My voice sounded hollow in my ears, my anxiety having caught up with me. 
 
 She turned to look at me, a hint of a smile peaking from her features. 
 
 `` Sure.''
