11:30 p.m. on a Tuesday night. I’m doing research for my thesis in my room, heat blasting, music on low, taking a break every twenty minutes to check my e-mail, but no one has written to me in three hours.
‘Hey,’ I hear. It’s Nick. ‘I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by.’
I think that is my favorite thing about college. You only have to walk ten feet or ten minutes to access an entire web of friends. It is impossible to become bored.
‘Hey, I was just taking a break,’ I said, getting up from my desk.
‘Good,’ he said. ‘Coffee. Let’s go.’