And Mania, who had inspired despots and serial killers not to mention torn a few people to shreds on her own, was enjoying the snuggling with a cute guy. College was kind of awesome already.
She blinked and looked a little horrified, "Oh gods, you know who that is right? I'm not having an 'old' moment am I?" Because it wouldn't surprise her if she was. She did that all the time with Marx brothers references and listening to fifties pop music...
He was moving. Away. She'd done something bad hadn't she? Oh, no, wait. It sounded fine. Okay. Things were fine. He just had things to do. Technically she did too. Work and book club and stuff. "Um. Sure. Th-that'd be nice," she grinned a bit as she fished a tiny pen out of her jeans pocket and grabbed a napkin, writing down her info for him.