It was that time of the year when the semester is winding down to a close and students don’t go to campus unless there is a final exam or an emergency, or an emergency final exam.
    I was only going to submit grades to the professor I was working with at the time, so I kinda, sorta, looked like crap. Okay, let me clarify: I was in an old pair of jean shorts and my favorite worn-out T-shirt (see picture above). I was going for comfy over cute, okay? 
     Anyway, I finished my errand at school and headed back home to continue obsessing over my final papers. I had just gotten off my highway exit when I realized my car needed gas. Like the need-to-do-it-now-or-else-I-will-obsess-about-it person that I am, I dutifully turned into the gas station.
​     As soon as I got to the pump and climbed out of my car, he was the first thing I saw. He had a white luxury sedan (I have always been a sucker for white cars).
      His car was parked at the pump in front of me, facing my car. And I immediately thought to myself: He’s cute. Too bad he’s already married or taken.
     I didn’t see a ring on his hand. Heck, I didn’t even see his hand, but in my experience, guys that looked like him were decidedly not on the market. So, I decided to mind my business: I slid my card into the point of sale and lifted the fuel nozzle from the pump.
    Out of “curiosity,” I snuck a glance at his general direction and he was looking right at me.
Y’all. Y’all, y’all, my heart thudded. Honestly, it felt like my heart slammed against my rib cage for a second. I quickly put the nozzle in my fuel tank and ran back inside my car because I’m a coward.

 I sat there for a full ten seconds, my eyes lowered because I’m a coward. I finally dared to look up and he seemed to be cleaning his car? Maybe I’m just conceited, but it seemed to me like he was finding reasons to stay at the gas station.
     The next time I looked up, he was looking at me again and I smiled (If I was too much of a coward to walk up to him, the least I could do was to encourage him). But honestly, I don’t know if it looked like an encouraging smile. Dude, I could barely feel my face by this point.
      Just then, the fuel nozzle notified me that my tank was full, so I came out of my car to replace the nozzle. Just as I was about to get into the driver’s seat and drive away, he said “hey,” and began to walk over.
     If I could scream in that moment without him or anyone else hearing, I would have. In that moment, I was dying. I was alive. I was sweating, but I was also shivering.
     He asked me my name; I said “Ronke.” I think he asked me to repeat it, but he didn’t do that weird thing with his face that white people do when they hear a name that they can’t pronounce.
    I think we had a little banter about the city where we live or something, but I’m not sure. I was too busy trying to remember if I used deodorant that morning. I wasn’t wearing makeup, but “please,” I mentally begged myself, “tell me you at least used body spray.”
     What I do remember, though, was that he said I was cute and that he would like my number. Of course I gave it to him, I’m not stupid. Then he went in for a hug and I froze for a millisecond:
     What if I smelled of sweat? Florida humidity don’t play.
     I still hugged him though. A few seconds later, he walked back to his car and it was over. I put my car in Drive and sped out of the gas station. As soon as I was sure he couldn’t see me, I let out the squeal I had been holding back the entire time.
     I immediately called my sister and two of my closest girlfriends. I kept screaming the entire time: “I just had my first meetcute!”
    I’m sure they were annoyed by my squealing, but it’s not every day that a girl meets a cute guy at a gas station. It’s not every day that a girl who kinda, sorta, looks like crap has a cute guy tell her that she is cute.
     Plus he saw my T-shirt read, “TEAM JESUS,” so there was no need to wonder if he loved the Lord. He wouldn’t have walked up to me if he wasn’t also on Team Jesus, right? 
Right?!