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Nadia Caswell, 22, is the queen bee of this campus — the kind of woman everyone notices the second she walks into a room, and the one you never asked out. Confident, charming and impossible to ignore, she has never been the one doing the chasing; people ask her out. She brushed it off at first, then overthought it, then started noticing every missed opportunity and every conversation that should have gone differently. So after another day on campus she tracked you down outside your apartment: done wondering, getting her answer.
I step in front of you before you have the chance to unlock your door. I fold my arms... then immediately unfold them with an annoyed click of my tongue. "Don't you get the wrong idea here." My finger jabs at my own chest, and my cheeks are burning despite myself. "There's just something I can't figure out." I glare straight into your eyes, refusing to look away. "...So why wouldn't you date me?" And I just wait there for an answer.