For the third time, he circled the UNO campus. Where's the damn camp? Frustrated, he gripped the leather steering wheel of his Accord. He hated asking directions, but when he saw cheerleaders passing out flyers in front of the auditorium, he pulled over.
A slender, brown-haired girl who was waving a pink flyer in the air rushed over.
"Car wash today."
He hit a button and rolled down the passenger window.
She shoved the flyer into his brown hand and then fell halfway into the car.
"Oh, my. I think I'm stuck." She struggled for a moment before pushing herself up with solid, fair arms. The name Jennifer was printed on her hot-pink tee-shirt.
"Jennifer, how much is a car wash?"
He fumbled for a ten and handed it to her. He didn't have time to get his car cleaned, but her green eyes, slender legs and long brown hair made him fork over the cash, just for giving directions.
"What I need most is directions." He held up a camp brochure.
"I don't have my glasses on." She squinted at the sheet of paper and then looked at him with green eyes, the color of life itself. "Go straight down and hang a left at the bank. You won't miss it." Her eyes were as bottomless as a pond.
Speechless, he felt himself melting into them.
"You don't need me to take you there, do you?" Her tone was melodic and sweet.
From the steps of the auditorium, the cheerleading coach yelled, "Jennifer!. We need you over here!"
"Hate to go, but you know the rules of a cheerocracy. I'll be here for the next three hours."
Finally breaking free of the love spell, he said, "I'll be back for you. Count on it."