Deciding he’d leave them to puzzle their situation out, Randy moved on through the aisles. Wandering past the life sciences section, he found a striking chinese girl carefully working her way through a textbook, industriously taking notes as she went. She was tall and well-built for an asian, he noted – probably second or third generation chinese-american, with luxuriant shoulder-length black hair and small, pert breasts. She wore a student-uniform black T shirt, cut-off jeans and trainers. The girl glanced up at him for a moment, then returned to her studies.
Perfect, thought Randy as he hit the pause button on his remote. He walked around behind the chinese girl, running a hand through her hair. On a whim, he pulled it forwards over her face, then quickly rifled through her jacket. Pulling her wallet, he found her ID, which named her as Millie Chu, a 20-year old student. Randy returned to his original position across the desk, and restated time.
Millie started as she suddenly found her hair draped across her face…. how did that happen?! she wondered.
“Hiya, Millie. How’s work?” asked Randy.
Millie looked across at him. The guy seemed to know her, but she completely failed to recognize him. Deciding that he was one of the many unmemorable people on campus she’d met fleetingly, she replied curtly.
”Busy… very busy. How’re you?”
With that, she turned back to her work. Randy frowned – he’d tried to be nice, and had been dismissed again. This happened frequently enough to be very irritating, especially to Randy whose patience and attention span were notoriously limited. This time, though, he didn’t have to just take it lying down. Appearing to accept his dismissal, he murmured reply and move along the aisle a little further. He turned back, considering his remote control.
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