I wasn't totally sold on the London idea, but I agreed to go (at least I'd be off campus). I started attending prep classes for the trip and realized I was only one of two Black girls going out of about 40 students. The Other Black Girl, Amira, and I agreed to be roommates. I didn't know much about her. She was tall and looked Nigerian (later found out she wasn't, but she had strong features and most people incorrectly assumed that too). She lived in my building and though she seemed nice and friendly, I suspected she didn't pick up on all social cues well. Once she came by the suite where I stayed with my roomies and sat for a couple hours in my living room while my roommates and I went about our regular programming not really paying attention to her. And so I'd heard, she had a crush on the guy who lived in the suite across from me. My roomie told me of a time when she allegedly sat in the courtyard of our building for an hour and waited for Stephen to come home just to catch a glimpse of him. Maybe she was weird, but she was Black so I'd take my chances.
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