“Holy shit, holy shit.” I skim some of the emails. “Okay, will you get on answering these? I have to... I have to go finish an app.”

Suddenly there is no time to be mad. A part of me is even excited about this, and maybe even grateful to Braden. Not that I’d ever let him know that. I race across campus to find Robbie.

That night, when the clock strikes twelve, we’re still in the common room of Robbie’s suite, working on the app.

“I am so hungry and so tired,” I say. I turn around to lie upside down on the couch. It’s become my usual restless position. “Is it really worth a million dollars to keep going?”

“Good question.” He laughs. “But look at it this way—think of all the naps you could take if you were your own boss, not to mention the doughnuts you could buy if you had all that money.”

“Doughnuts you say?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah. There’s this place in Palo Alto that has amazing doughnuts. Open 24-7 too.”

“Really?” I spin around to sit upright.

“Yeah, you wanna go?” he asks. I’m already looking for my keys.

I practically skip downstairs.

“You know,” I yell across the dark courtyard as I look for my bike. The yard is filled with row upon row of bike racks, two wheels being the preferred way to get around the largest college campus in the United States. “We’re probably too hungry to work anyway. So really, getting food is the productive thing to do.”

“Exactly.” He walks toward me, navy bike in tow. He takes in my light blue beach cruiser, complete with large white basket and bell. “Nice bike.”

“I always wanted one like this.” I blush. Fumbling with my key, I try to unlock the bike, but it’s as if there’s something wrong with my hands all of the sudden.

“Here.” He reaches for the key. His hand brushes mine, sending electricity through my body.

He doesn’t seem to notice. “This happens to mine after the rain—you just have to wiggle it.” He unlocks it with ease and hands me the key. Stepping back to examine his work, he smiles and says, “It’s a very Sara bike. I like it.”

I try to talk but make a series of mumbling syllables as I hop on my bike. My head feels fuzzy all of a sudden. Pull it together, Sara. I take off pedaling, not looking back. I’m too embarrassed to meet his eyes right now.

He catches up to me before the first stop sign but doesn’t say anything. Everything’s a lot quieter than it is during the day, and it almost feels like we have the whole campus to ourselves.