YA Outside the Lines

            The first time I spoke to him it was in college.  I was sitting in the campus café, working on a last-minute assignment for marketing class, when this boy walked in, took a seat across from me at my table, and pushed my books to the side.             “Hey,” he said.  “I’m Peter.”              I knew who he was.  We were in a writing class together that semester, plus I’d seen him around campus.  But since we didn’t have any of the same friends in common,  and  since we both sat at polar opposite sides of the classroom, we didn’t exactly have the occasion for conversation—until that afternoon.             After an exchange of a few paltry pleasantries, Peter looked straight into my eyes...