Getting the Next Location from Her... and the '8.8' Theory

I was in the exam hall, bored out of my mind, staring at that awful question paper, just waiting for the clock to hit 3 so I could escape to the washroom. The moment they allowed students to leave, a whole crowd rushed out, so I only got my chance a little late—around 3:10. I splashed some water on my face, took a deep breath, and walked out. As I headed back to my classroom corridor, I caught a glimpse of *her* walking toward the washroom. Instinct kicked in—I rushed toward her and called out, "Heyy.." Before I could say anything more, a guard sitting outside the classroom interfered. Annoyed, I quickly whispered to her, *"Wait outside the washroom, coming in a minute,"* before darting back to submit my answer sheet. The moment I reached the washroom gate, I was lucky—no guard in sight. A few seconds later, she walked out. As she stepped into the corridor, she raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Kya hai?" pretending she had no idea why I was there. The evening sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a golden glow on her hair. Her smile—brighter than a diamond—made me want to freeze time, just to stand there and admire her. But I didn’t have the luxury. "I have to ask you something," I said, mustering some courage. "If you don’t mind, can you submit your paper and come outside?" She laughed. "You’re in an 8.8 situation, I’m not. Say what you have to say—I have to go." She started walking toward her classroom. I took a deep breath and blurted out: *"Chalo, jao bhi, ab ji lenge, par sach kaho, majboori hai kya?"* *"Mujhe ye kahani thodi aur likhni thi, tumhare hisaab se puri hai kya?"* (Read this last night and remembered it—it felt too relatable. Given she already knew I wrote everything about us on Reddit, I was sure this was the perfect way to end our story… even though I fumbled while saying it.) She stopped. *"Shayari ka toh pata nahi, par timing perfect hai."* Then, after a pause, she added, *"If you're free tomorrow morning, let’s proceed with our story… jogging at TSC."* She turned to leave but threw one last line over her shoulder: *"Abse shoes pehnke aana, idiot. Campus me machhar bahut hain. See you at 6, main building circle."* # P.S. The 8.8 Theory The first night near the lakeside, she had asked if I was stressed about midsems. I explained my situation—how I was stuck in an *8.8 situation*. I had a cg of 8.8 in my final semester, and no matter how much I tried, it wouldn’t reach 9, nor would it drop below 8.5. Life, sometimes, is like that... You’re stuck, not moving forward, not falling behind. And yet, somehow, she made my *8.8 situation* feel like something worth being stuck in. Guys, could you please suggest some good places to have some quality chai time after the jog?