Chess Club conflicted with Jenna’s first tennis match, and I hated to miss seeing her play. I won my match but I decided to quit chess club; watching Jenna was way more important to me. I hurried over to the courts, which were on the other side of the stadium, in case she had one of the later matches. A few games were still going on, but Jenna wasn’t anywhere. Cell phones weren’t legal on campus, but I decided to risk a text:

Where are you?

Mark, you’re the only one I know who writes everything out.