“Umm… the humanities building, I think.”

He nods and sits back in his chair. “You know where it’s at? Want me to walk you?”

I resist rolling my eyes. “Yes. I’ll be fine.”

“Humanities building?” Heath asks. “I’m walking that way.”

Standing, I put on my backpack and then pick up my tray. “I’ve got it, really.” I glance at my brother. “See you later.” And then I give a little wave with my free hand to the rest of the table.

As I’m dropping my empty tray, Heath steps up beside me. “Adam Scott’s sister… I don’t see the resemblance.”

“Thank you… I think?”

He’s still following me when we get to the exit. “There’s really no need. I know where I’m going.”

“Okay.” He shrugs one shoulder. “See you around, Ginny Scott.”

The way he says my name is taunting and playful and has my tummy doing weird, excited things.

“Hopefully not if I want there to be any food left to eat,” I say before he can leave.

I should walk away now, but there’s a bizarre chemistry between us and something about him makes me feel the best I have in days. We stand a foot apart, grinning at one another and forcing people to go around us.

He snaps out of it first. “Better get here early for lunch then. That’s when I get in my big meal for the day.”

“Your big meal?” I can’t help but laugh.

“That was nothing. I burned those calories before you woke up this morning.”

“Presumptuous, much? Maybe I’m a runner or a soccer player.”

His gaze sweeps over me slowly and I hold my breath. “Are you?”

“N-no.”

He laughs and takes a step away. “Noon. That’s what time I eat lunch, in case you want to get here early or join me.”

He gives me his back before I come up with a witty response. I can’t decide if that was flirty banter or him really asking me to have lunch with him, but I figure it’s best not to dissect it too much and not to show up at noon. I might be ready to sing all the single girl anthem songs, but I am not ready to start planning my schedule around cute boys. No matter how very, very cute they are. The only thing I’ve made any sense of from my breakup with Bryan is that I need to figure out who I am and what I want, make my own friends. Over the two years Bryan and I dated I grew farther and farther apart from my other friends. To the point, I really don’t have any good girlfriends to call up and cry on their shoulder.

This is my fresh start.