Tiffany couldn't believe it had already been four years since she had last seen him. Four years since she gave him that letter. She couldn't imagine what she would feel like when she saw him again. They had still talked to each other over the years, but this was so different. She saw him driving through campus in the car he had talked about since he was a senior in high school. He had changed in appearance over the years. He had slimmed out nicely, well fit now, muscular. This new look made him appear taller now than the 5' 10" he really was. He was tan now too, not the pale white TA she knew in high school. She had dreamt of riding in that car for the past four years. She realized she cared about him now more than ever.
Zach thought about her the entire week leading up to the new school year. She would be a freshman at the university he was attending, just like she had always said. He had waited for this moment for four years. Waited for her. He couldn't do anything his senior year, not with her being a freshman and him going off to college. He didn't want to make her worry all the time. He only hoped that it wasn't too late to share how he felt this entire time. He was going to give her a second chance for the date with a senior he couldn't give her the first time around.
She smiled when it was his name on her caller ID. At first he just asked about how she was, if her move went ok, what classes she was taking, just small talk. They made plans to go to lunch the next day, and her dream was about to begin. He picked her up at her dorm the next day and drove them to the restaurant. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She had grown an inch or two, maybe 5' 4" now. Her tan skin and dark black hair as beautiful as the day he first met her. She must have wore the most flattering outfit she had, a low cut tank top showing off her perfect, small firm tits and a pair of jeans that showed off her ass. The years of dance really showed in her appearance.
He found it so cute that she hardly looked at him the entire ride, yet he managed to get a look of her smile the entire time in the mirror. It was still as perfect as he remembered it. Lunch went along smoothly. They talked a little while they waited for their food to arrive and basically ate in silence. After they finished he was a little unsure of how to bring it into conversation so he just blurted it out.
"So, did you leave a boyfriend broken hearted back home?" He asked.
She was caught off guard by the question. He had never seemed interested in her personal life.
"No." She responded. "I didn't really even date in high school. I had one boyfriend, but it didn't last very long. I guess nobody lived up to my expectations." She continued.
"Have that one dream guy in mind. You know you can't go through life looking for that one person who probably doesn't exist or you will never meet." He said.
All she could think was how he did exist, how she already had met him. How he was sitting right in front of her.
"So what is your dream man like anyway?" He asked her.
She thought for a second, then answered him. "He's funny, and honest, and kinda dorky I guess. He's tall, but not too tall, and hopefully tan. I like white guys I guess."
