She'd only known him for a day. An evening, really; she'd gone down there to visit someone else entirely, who was leaving for the city, and he'd called up his other friend too, to say goodbye before he left the next morning. They were college kids - that meant a party, despite the fact that all three of them had to be on the road before ten the next morning. The friend came over, brought beer. They sat in his kitchen and drank it. As seldom as she admitted it to herself, she knew she looked good that night, and the friend's eyes began meeting hers more and more often as the night wore on. Dark eyes like pools, that made her want to close her own and just slip into them. They made small talk, where was she from, what was she doing in the area, how long had she known their mutual friend. Civil. Reserved. She'd been so damn lonely for so damn long. He left, eventually, around midnight, having the earliest start the next day, and that was it. A flicker as they briefly shook hands. Nice to meet you. She'd probably never see him again. Maybe he still had her picture in his camera phone.