The Ivy

Three

The class seemed to move slower than usual. His pudgy, pale professor, who more than slightly resembled a marshmallow, droned on and on about something he couldn't quite remember from high school and suddenly he was thankful his art degree only required one math class.
The ninety minute class finally ended and he was out the door in a flash dodging guys in Vineyard Vines short shorts covered in tiny whales and girls in sickly sweet Lily Pulitzer printed dresses still desperately trying to make them work before the fall chill came in.
Jumping over a forgotten backpack, he was almost taken out by a rogue handbag being tossed around by a petite red head shouting at some guy who looked like he once uttered the words, "My dad can literally own you," and meant it.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there." The owner of the handbag gone wild said as soon as it came back around a second time and knocked him to the ground. She bent down to help him up and without a hint of disdain in her voice, introduced himself.
"Hi I'm Violet." She said sticking her hand out to shake his. "And you are?"
"Noah." He replied, taking her long fingered hand and shaking it vigorously like he'd never encountered another human being before. It made her laugh a hauty little chuckle that made him grin from ear to ear.
"Sorry again about my bag. I guess I was too worried about telling that asshole off than watching it." She said brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Oh don't mention it. It happens a lot."
"You get hit...by bags a lot?"
"No, no, what I meant was that a lot of women call him an asshole. It's practically his middle name." She laughed again at that. He was on a roll.
"Listen do you want to hang out sometime? There's this party tonight and it'd be nice if you stopped by."
She stared down at the ground for a moment as if to think of a way to escape before replying, "You know I don't normally do this, but sure. Hand me your phone."
He obliged and after she typed her number in, hers, which was in her pocket, began to him. "Text me the address." She said before throwing her bag over her shoulder and walking away leaving Noah to watch her leave.