behind the glass

My roommate gets out of class at 10:50 every morning, and then she walks by the big windows where I sit at the front desk of the radio station. 

Usually, I run out to her, yelling “STEPHANIIIIIEEE!!!!!” like I haven’t seen her for years, while jumping on her, wrapping my legs around her waist. 

But just now, as she walked by, I just sat here at my desk, watching her and getting a big smile on my face. 

She’s looking spiffy- gray slacks, black blazer jacket, carrying her portfolio, like she’s married to Steve Jobs.

But she’s not wearing any shoes. Which is common when she can't decide which shoes to wear. & that’s why I’m smiling so BIG.