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heard of it.
    “Well, the places near school were so expensive. And I didn’t want a roommate. I mean, I’ve lived on my own for three years now. I wasn’t ready to take a chance on living with someone I don’t know. Not very adventurous of me, I know.” Whitney took a sip of her beer. “What is this?”
    “Matilda. From Goose Island. It’s a Chicago brewery. You’ll see Goose Island beers everywhere here.”
    “It’s not bad.”
    Alex nodded. “I like it. And you needed to drink at least one beer tonight that wasn’t Miller Lite. Anyways, I don’t blame you on the roommate thing. I have one, but it’s because I met a guy last spring when we were both here touring the law school at the same time and we hit it off. His name’s Ben.”
    “Ben Parks?”
    “Yup, that’s him. You met him today?”
    “Yeah, I met him at the cocktail reception. He seems cool.”
    “Ben’s awesome.”
    Whitney was trying to think of a nonchalant way to ask more questions about Ben, when Lincoln and Jamie walked up.
    “Hey,” Jamie said. “We’re gonna take off. You live right around here, right? Are you okay getting home?”
    “Yeah, I’m just two blocks away. Where’s Elise?”
    “We put her in a cab for home two hours ago. She was drunk off her ass and angry that there were no Disney theme songs on the Jukebox.”
    “Ha! I guess we have a lightweight on our hands. I’m fine though, seriously. You guys go ahead and go home.”
    “Okay. Alex, do you want to cab home with us?”
    “Nah, I’ll stick around and make sure Whitney gets home okay,” Alex said. “I want to finish my drink anyways.”
    “Alright, well, I’ll see you guys Monday. I’m going to hunker down this weekend and tackle that mountain of reading we have to do for class,” Jamie said. Jamie and Lincoln left the bar, which was clearing out quickly at this point. Alex and Whitney finished their drinks, and then Alex walked Whitney the short distance to her apartment.
    “You really didn’t have to do this,” Whitney said, as they approached the condo building where she lived. A tired doorman paid little attention to them as Whitney fished her keys out of her purse. Whitney was still feeling buzzed, and the exhaustion from the day and the late hour was starting to consume her. She could hardly wait to collapse into bed. She shivered as a breeze hit her, and tugged at one of the spaghetti straps on her dress that was starting to irritate her shoulder. A half-block away, she could see two guys stumbling along the sidewalk, singing off-key at the top of their lungs and occasionally bursting into laughter at their own awful melodies. She had been warned that Lakeview had a bit of a frat boy feel to it, especially on Friday and Saturday nights.
    Alex smiled. “It’s no big deal. I needed to walk off a little bit of that beer.”
    “Well, thanks. And it was great meeting you. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one with a state school and a normal job history on my résumé.” Whitney said all of this in a joking tone. Alex didn’t laugh, though.
    “Hey. Don’t sell yourself short. You’re smart and capable or you wouldn’t be at Northwestern. Besides,” Alex said, lowering his voice and stepping closer to Whitney, “You really are better looking than all of the other girls I met today.” He reached out to stroke Whitney’s cheek with his index finger and leaned in even closer.
    Whitney stiffened a bit and took a step back. “Oh, come on, Alex. Don’t start those games. You’re drunk.” Whitney did not mention that if it had been Ben on her doorstep, she probably would have invited him up, drunk or not. Alex was cute and friendly, but there was not a spark there. Alex sighed dramatically and made a motion like he was sticking a spear through his heart. Whitney rolled her eyes.
    “You are so ridiculous.”
    Alex recovered quickly and shrugged sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I had to try. I had a great time tonight. Don’t go getting