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Probably not.
And she couldn’t remember exactly what he’d been wearing, so that was out of
the question too.
    His
eyes? Absolutely, she thought as she felt the familiar fluttering of her nerves
telling her she’d hit the bulls-eye spot on. And that was when she realized it
- that had been the feature that had
kept her so entranced in the restaurant. Those deep, piercing pools of blue
were teasing a smile to her lips even now as she replayed over and over in her
mind the intense energy that had radiated from them just a few minutes
before...
    But
she was wasting time now with her daydreams, and having distinctive eyes wasn’t
going to do much good in helping her to pick him out from the crowd. It’s not
like she could go up to every tall guy with wavy hair to see if their eyes were
a perfect match. Though, considering the alternative, it was becoming more and
more tempting.
    If
she were to be completely honest with herself though, the more she thought this
through in a reasonable and calm manner, the more ridiculous the whole thing
was becoming to her. Rushing out there, looking to introduce herself to a guy
she’d never met had just been an impulsive decision formulated on the basis of
a string of very bad days. She realized that now. And if there was something
that Reagan was not, it was impulsive. She was the one who triple checked her
lists and planned out every detail. She was the one who signed up for her classes
and mapped out the most efficient path across campus on the first day of
registration. She was in control of her life. Or, at least, she was supposed to
be. But somehow that seemed to be changing for her lately.
    Not good Reagan , she lectured herself. Not good. It was time to get herself back
together, and she’d have to start right that moment. But just as she was about
to give up her search and go back inside to settle her bill with Petra, she
caught a familiar form from the corner of her eye. Doing a double take, she
peered more intently through the crowd and found her mystery man standing at
the curb, waiting for valet. And suddenly, she found her interest in the plan
renewed. Her determination to meet him was practically surging out of her.
Though she had no idea where the confidence had come from, she somehow knew she
could pull this off, despite the rush of jittering nerves that surged through
her body at the possibility of failure. But just as she stepped toward him, the
valet guy rushed the car up, swung open the door, and her mystery man
disappeared inside.
    That
would be her luck, she decided with a definitive nod as she stepped backward
into the crowds again.
      “How’d it go?” Reagan jumped, having not
seen Petra as she stepped up to her side. “Did you get his number?”
    “No.
I lost him.” She admitted regretfully.
    “Fate?”
The suggestion was based purely on the knowledge of her friend’s belief in such
entities. Petra, on the other hand, was not such a willing doctrinaire, as
evidenced in the reluctance found in her voice.
    “Who
knows...” Reagan shrugged, resolved in the fact that this was now the end of
the road, and she may never meet a guy who upholds the same ideals and
standards for a relationship as she does. Petra pushed her lips into a pout on
her friend’s behalf, but it quickly turned into a sly smile as she spotted a
figure in the distance.
    “Well,
I’ll tell you what is.”
    Reagan
finally turned in the direction her friend was looking. “What?”
    “That
his cute friend is coming over to us right now. You might get your introduction
after all.”
    Reagan’s
heart fluttered at the thought, but she wasn’t so sure it was as much from
sincere desire anymore as it was from apprehension. And she was pretty sure
that not being able to distinguish between the two was a bad sign.
    The
guy in question of course sauntered up closer to Petra than to Reagan, leaving
little room between their bodies. “What’s your name sweetheart?” He started,
his awkward