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with a boy. It takes me an hour and a half just to get my hair and makeup right to go to the gym. You never know who you will see or what kind of person he will be. True love can happen in the most unlikely place, and a Theta sister has to look her best, on account of you never know.”
                  “Oh really? So true love could happen between two strangers who meet while one of those strangers happens to be taking a drunken fraternity boy home and the other stranger is leaving his shift at the library?” She rolled her eyes at me but didn’t say anything, so I knew I had her there.
                  Javier and I headed toward the edge of campus and walked around to the main road that wound through the cool part of town. Javier steered us toward a small alley where an outdoor staircase went up the side of an old brick building. I eyed the staircase warily, both because it was rickety-looking and because I had no idea where it led.
                  “We are here,” Javier announced, smiling at me as he held out his arm to indicate I would go first. On the one hand, that was probably a good thing, since it would mean someone could cushion my fall if the thing pulled loose from the building. On the other hand, it also meant Javier would have a clear view up the leg of my tiny shorts. It’s impossible to climb an old metal staircase with your legs clenched together, so I had no choice but to press on.
    I climbed the first set of stairs and waited on a small, wrought-iron landing, only to have Javier point that I should keep climbing. I climbed some more, stopping on the second landing, and looked back at his smiling face to confirm that I should keep going.
                  We finally reached the third floor landing, giving us a panoramic view of the alley. Oh, yeah! From this height we could also see—and smell—the dumpster at the end. I was floored when Javier dug a hand down into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a set of keys, unlocking the deadbolt and the doorknob on the dented steel door. Maybe the language barrier was a little tricky, but why were we entering the restaurant from the roof? And why did Javier have the keys?
                  Well, duh, because we weren’t in a restaurant. This was his apartment. But it might as well have been a five-star restaurant for the way it was decorated. Modern stainless-steel appliances gleamed from the oversized kitchen nook just inside the door, separated from the living area by a granite-topped bar with high backed stools along its edge. A leather sofa took up one of the pristine white walls next to a bank of floor-to-ceiling windows. A white-washed brick fireplace on the opposite wall was filled with candles of various sizes, and a narrow hallway led to an immaculate bedroom at the back of the apartment.
                  I wasn’t even sure precisely which country Javier was from, but apparently it was one of those countries where they expected a little dessert on the first date. I stayed frozen in place in the doorway until he fetched me, holding out his hand and gesturing for me to sit on the sofa.
                  “Come. I will cook for you. Sit.” I did as I was told, watching Javier’s gorgeous, retreating backside as he headed off to the kitchen area. It was the first time I noticed the incredible smells of spices swirling around the room, aided by the palm frond ceiling fan overhead.
                  What had I gotten myself into? I basically agreed to have dinner with a stunning guy in an effort to piss off my sorority sisters and their controlling ways. So how in the world did I end up in his apartment, admiring his firm rear end?
                  Javier returned to the sofa carrying a small platter of steaming yellow circles, setting it in front of me with a funny little bow, sliding a neat stack of napkins in front of me before setting the