Math 235.
After high school Clara swore she'd never take another math class again. Now here she was. This time she actually snuck in to this class. In! The ideals she was now compromising now needed to be counted on more than one hand.
Clara picked Math 235 because it was Dustin's last class for the day and if she was able to make contact with him she could work something out with him over the course of several hours. Of course she could have just planned on the ten minute break between economics and Math 235. Getting a scandalous polaroid with him at that time would have been public, difficult and stressful, but at least it would be over with. Now, with all the time on her hands she's guaranteed a few hours of excruciation.
She shouldn't have picked Math 235.
The class contained 15 people and she was the only girl. Surely in the 21st century girls were learning math by now? Apparently not. College math classes must be like our present-day Elk's Club. She didn't think it would be an issue in these enlightened times, but she wasn't being very low-key. Perhaps glasses would help. At least nobody minded she was there (or all the math skills in the world can't help anyone kick someone out of a math class).
She spotted him shortly before class started. That left 50 minutes of looking down into a math book while the professor supposedly spoke about what lies therein. The only thing left to do would be to wait until he walked out and make a very distinct observation as to whether he wandered out to the right or to the left.
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