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want the other half? I haven’t touched it.”
    He reached for it. “Well, if you can’t eat it…” He picked it up and took a bite. “I’ve never done as much training before. High school was nothing compared to this. I’m starving all the time.”
    “Did you run with a track club in high school?”
    Sean shook his head. “Just cross country and track in the spring. It’s crazy the mileage we were doing in the fall.”
    “Was it too much?”
    “No! It’s just different than high school.” He took another bite and when he’d finished it he asked her, “What about you? Are you part of a club?”
    “Mainly high school, but our track coach at my school started training me all year this year. I won state championships and qualified for Junior Nationals. Then did a couple more meets last summer.”
    “Cool. You’ll love university track. It’s so different. The school lets you pick your courses before the rest of the athletes so you can set classes around your training schedule. All the varsity athletes get to do that.”
    “Do you practice at different times during the week?”
    “Always around three - three thirty. For Saturdays it depends on what part of the season we’re in. The distance runners had some early long runs. I think the sprinters and jumpers usually train at nine. It’s indoor season now so things are kind of all over the place. There’s pretty much a meet every weekend. Sometimes two. The better athletes might go to one meet and then everyone else might compete in another.”
    “What year are you?”
    “Freshman. But I grew up not far from here. My dad swam for U of G. I’ve been going to football games and campus fundraisers since I was a kid.” He crumpled up his napkin and carried the tray to the rack by the door.
    Aileen followed him. “Do you have a coat?” She slipped hers on and hung her backpack over her shoulder.
    “Nah. I’ve got a couple layers on. He pulled a woolly hat out of his back pocket and a thin pair of gloves. “Is there anything you want to really see?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe the oldest building?”
    Sean motioned to their right. “That would be the library. It was one of the first buildings established here. I think the French built it or something. It might have been here before the university itself was even built.”
    The main road in front of the Student Union turned into a walking pathway. They passed older buildings and some newer ones that had a modernist bent to them.
    “The library’s just behind the nutrition building,” Sean said. “I’m majoring in dietetics. The square building in front of us is blocking the view of the entrance to the library. If you look above the square one, you’ll see the bell tower and clock. It looks like a mini cathedral.”
    Aileen looked where he spoke and saw the large, now green, brass bell and a large clock on the other tower of the building. It looked like a miniature castle.
    “Pretty cool, ‘eh?”
    She nodded.
    “Inside there are still fireplaces that work. The track team has study hall Tuesdays and Thursdays and the room we’re in has a big ol’ fireplace.”
    “Study hall?”
    “Freshman and transfers are required to meet twice a week to study or do homework. Once your GPA is over three point oh, you don’t have to go. If your GPA drops, you’re right back in.”
    “Is it just the track team?”
    “All the sports team have scheduled study hall. Some on the same nights as us, some on different.”
    “Like the football team?” The post image of Tyler Jensen appeared in her head.
    Sean chuckled. “Hell, no. Football has their own study hall.”
    By this time they had reached the library. Sean led her inside and showed her around. When they headed outside he asked, “What are you going take?”
    “Probably Biology. Or something similar. I like science.”
    “I figured you for an Engineer.”
    “Really?”
    “Nah.” He motioned behind her. “We’re just passing the Engineering