CHAPTER 48: CHANCE

Dane? Like a great dane? Who names their children such peculiar names? It sounds almost like a fabricated moniker for a vampire from a Twilight novel.

"Hello, I'm Julianna. Nice to meet you," I say warmly, extending my hand, which he shakes. "Are you attending Brown?"

"No, I'm no longer in college. I dropped out a few years ago," he responds with a shrug. "You're a student?"

"Yes, I'm in my fourth year, almost done," I mention.

"Oh, you're almost finished! I was about to say, you don't look like a typical student; you seem a bit older," he laughs, and I raise my eyebrows. "Not in a bad way, but you come across as quite mature," I smile when he says that.

I was indeed an adult and had always appeared a bit older than my age. "So, if you're not a student, what do you do?"

"I work on developing software," he tells me, which elicits a quizzical look from me.

"And why are you hanging out at a student hotspot like Apex?" I ask with a smile, and he chuckles.

"Well, perhaps I was about