The temperature hadn’t yet swelled to an uncomfortable 90-something degrees. I remember asking her if she’d be cold, tramping around campus in a skirt and tank top.

“Nope!” she replied breezily.

We’d met at the chapel’s front steps. Majestic buildings constructed of chalky grays and warm sandy cremes surrounded us. But only a few steps away, a shaded space of vivid greens beckoned.

“This patch of grass,” I pointed.

“How about that one?” she asked. “It’s clover.”

“Perfect!” I said. Clover, beware! I promise to recognize you from now on.

College students sauntered past, turning a blind eye to our presence on their campus.

Model: Nikki