Twice the Charm

The next thing I knew, on exiting the bathroom, I was crashing on to a solid wall. However, the wall could not have been a wall because it caught me almost as instantly as I crashed unceremoniously onto it. It straightened me up quite efficiently.

“Hey, watch where you are going!”
I released myself from the iron clad grip and looked up at the owner of the crispy voice. A very tall and quite good looking guy looked back at me. His eyes, coffee coloured, narrowed.
“Uh…sorry…” I stammered. Oh yes, typical enthralled female behavior. I almost puked at my own reaction.
His frowned deepened. Maybe my thoughts were not as well hidden as I liked to think they are. Or maybe someone slipped me alcohol and I was drunk.
“Uh…sorry, again”, I stammered. Again.
I gave a complacent sort of smile and turned to walk away.
  “Wait”, he called out. As if his voice controlled my motor cortex, I did stop and I turned.
“What’s your name?”
“Ama”, I said, rather automatically.
His eyes started to seriously examine my hair. I unconsciously touched it. I was a little sensitive about my hair. They were the typical Sri Lankan curls but they were also red-brown which was not quite
usual for a Sri Lankan. Not many people knew I was only half Sri Lankan so this complicated
matters.
“I’ve seen you before”, he said to my hair.
“Oh really? Red hair is not so rare in New Zealand so I’m not surprised”, I said, rather curtly.
His eyes came back to mine. And they looked like they were watching a crazy.
I shook my head and amended, “Um…okay. I haven’t seen you”.
“Do you go to Auckland Uni?” he asked.
“Yes”. It was my turn to narrow my eyes in suspicion.
“Marketting 150?”
“Yes”. Was he a stalker?
He nodded like all was right in the world. “I take that paper as well. I’ve seen you there before”.
“Oh”, I said, not sure what to say. It was not completely unlikely. “Okay”.
He held out his hand. “I’m Madhava”.