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rejected before. As quickly as his smile had disappeared, he was grinning again. “Last one there’s a freshman geek!” he yelled as he took off.
    Naturally, Sam was the first one after him, although Marla and Jennings weren’t far behind. Taylor recovered from her brief shock and jogged towards the Commons. Given her late start, she was the last one into the building and the rest of the group were already there laughing, as if they were old friends.
    “I guess you’re the geek. Sorry, Taylor,” Gabriel teased.
    “It isn’t the first time,” Taylor joked back. She tried not to look at him, but couldn’t help herself. Even out of the sunlight, in the artificial lighting, he had a glow about him, just like the Being from her dream. She was surprised that no one else seemed to notice. The glow appeared to intensify around his head, almost like some of the paintings she had seen of the archangel Gabriel in her high school art history class. Funny that he should wear the same name. Gabriel.
    As Taylor looked closer at the bright face before her, his perfect features suggested he was a model for a men’s fashion magazine. Again, she noticed his unusually dark eyes. While it was obvious that they were blue, the ring of color was extremely thin relative to the size of his black pupils. This gave his eyes a very dark appearance, like a rock star who wore too much black eye makeup.
    The Commons were well-lit and so, she expected his pupils to contract, to regulate the amount of light entering his eyes. She glanced at her other friends’ eyes and could see that their pupils had contracted to tiny specks, while his remained fully dilated. Odd , she thought to herself. As she mulled over her observations, she realized that the other four were looking at her, laughing.
    “Earth to Tay…,” Sam droned, waving her hand in front of Taylor’s face.
    “Sorry, I think I spaced. Let’s go get some food. See you later, Gabriel,” she said, eliminating any chance that Gabriel would think that he had been invited. Taylor felt out of control—this was not the way she had planned her next meeting with him. Needing to think, she turned and walked towards the entrance to the dining hall.
    Gabriel chased after her. “Hold up, Taylor!” He looked a little sheepish, like he was unsure of himself, a far cry from the confident guy she had seen earlier. “Would you…would you like to hang out some time?” he asked.
    Taylor was a bit surprised by his request, and by the adolescent quality to it. Hang out? He was potentially some kind of radioactive, dream-invading alien and he wanted to hang out? She also wasn’t used to this kind of attention, which was typically reserved for Samantha. “Um, let me think about it, Gabriel,” she said.
    “No problem, can I have your cell number so I know how to get in touch with you?”
    “Why don’t you give me your number and I can call you when I’ve thought about it?” She thought it sounded a bit harsh as she was saying it, but Gabriel seemed unfazed by the line that was normally the kiss of death for a guy.
    “Sure, sounds great,” he said. While he read out the digits, she typed his number into her iPhone under “Gabriel Glow-worm”.
    “See ya, Gabe,” she said, waving goodbye.
    “Only my grandmother calls me that,” he retorted.
    As soon as they entered the dining hall, Sam started the interrogation. “Why didn’t you invite him to dinner?”
    “I don’t know. I just didn’t feel up to it.”
    “Well, are you going to call him?” Sam asked, clearly excited that Taylor had attracted the attention of a good-looking guy. Sam was always trying to play matchmaker for her and had grand dreams of them getting married in the same year to guys who were best friends, too.
    “I really do have to think about it,” Taylor said.
    “What’s to think about? He’s gorgeous and he’s clearly interested in you! And you were the one who said you wanted me to help you find him.”
    “I