Everyone is over the age of eighteen in this story. This is a short introductory chapter to a semi-autobiographical story from years ago...
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".....OK, Professor Callahan, I'll swing by during your office hours on Monday if that's OK?"
"Sounds good, James. I'll see you then," replied the Professor.
Philosophy 2205 Critical Thinking was just letting out.... I overheard their conversation as I walked out the classroom door and headed downstairs to grab my bicycle that was secured to the rack in front of Delton Hall.
"Hey, that's a sweet ride," I heard from behind me as I bent over to unlock my bike.
"Thanks, it's fun and fast," I said proudly while unhitching my beautiful red Colnago racing frame with all Campagnolo components.
Pulling my bike out to show the person, I realized that it was James, the handsome classmate from Philosophy class.
"Wow," he smiled. "We should hook up for a ride sometime!"
"Sure, where do you usually ride? I have a great circuit mapped out to the lake and back... about 55 miles round trip. I'm thinking about heading out tomorrow morning on Saturday around 10, if you'd like to join me," I offered.
"Sounds excellent. I'm James, by the way."
"Sebastian," I responded, shaking his hand and making eye contact.