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had accomplished so much. She had not even started reading the assignments for the first day of class on Monday, mostly because she was terrified of the big casebooks sitting on her coffee table. She felt her stomach twist into a nervous knot just thinking about all the reading she had to do this weekend. Law professors were infamous for interrogating students about every last little detail of a case, trying to find any weakness, any tiny detail the student had forgotten from pages and pages of dense text. Whitney was terrified thinking about classes starting.
    Alex interrupted her thoughts. “Look, I get it. It’s not easy when everyone seems to have a better back story. But you’re here just the same as them. Everyone’s on equal footing. Besides,” Alex leaned in and got a mischievous look in his eye, “You’re way hotter than most of the other girls here.”
    “Oh, stop it!” Whitney slapped Alex playfully. It was gratifying to hear him say that, even though she was pretty sure he was the ladies’ man type who said it to every girl he sat next to at a bar. He was a little too smooth with his corny jokes and predictable one-liners to truly take seriously.
    “Speaking of back stories, what did you do before law school?” Alex asked.
    Whitney felt surprisingly relaxed. Alex was easy-going, and she was not worried that he would judge her professional past. She managed to answer him without rambling. “Ugh, I worked in a call center. Worst job ever. I hated being on the phone all day, then I got promoted to management and hated sitting through meetings with my crazy boss. He was one of those people who just never should have been introduced to PowerPoint. What about you?”
    “Well, during undergrad I was a server at a swanky restaurant. I had to learn a lot about wine, which I enjoyed. When I graduated I couldn’t find a good job. I majored in philosophy, so job offers weren’t exactly knocking down my door. I decided to become a sommelier. I had all these pipe dreams of one day becoming a Master Sommelier, but the requirements to do that are insane. I didn’t have the talent or the dedication.”
    “But you were a sommelier? That’s so much more interesting than being a call center agent!”
    “Eh, it was okay for a while. But even at a ritzy restaurant—maybe especially at a ritzy restaurant—the service industry is still the service industry. It wears on you. I decided it was time to think about something I wanted to do long-term. I picked law school because I want to make decent money. Helps with attracting the ladies.” Alex winked.
    “Oh, come on,” Whitney said. She was not sure whether he was joking.
    “Hey, it’s true! More money equals more chicks.”
    Whitney shook her head in feigned disgust. “I’ll forgive you for saying that if you promise to teach me about wine. I love wine, but I’m so challenged when it comes to picking bottles. I usually just choose the one with the cutest label.”
    Alex laughed and held up his glass. “Deal. Cheers! Oh, wait, you still have water. Time to get a real drink!”
    “I don’t know, Alex. It’s almost 2 a.m., and I’m beat. The bar’s closing soon, anyways.”
    “All the more reason to get one more drink now. Come on, we can share a cab back.”
    Whitney glanced around at the thinning crowd. Elise was still nowhere to be seen. Had she left? Jamie and Lincoln were still talking, joined by another girl Whitney had not met yet. Kate and Crystal were still in the same corner booth, but Ben was not there anymore. They were both cozied up to some new guy, laughing at whatever bad, drunken jokes he was telling. Whitney had to admit she let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Ben had moved on.
    “Okay. One more drink. But I don’t need a cab back. I actually live two blocks from here.”
    Alex raised an eyebrow. “Trying to save some money?” Alex flagged down the bartender and ordered two glasses of a beer called Matilda. Whitney had never