"Ulysses!" This is so much better than simply not a freshman.

Kenzie had hoped several times over the course of the night that it might be Ulysses. Then she dismissed it. Then she wondered it again. Wash, rinse, repeat. It had begun to feel a little ridiculous of her. However, standing here looking at Ulysses' laughing face is the most ridiculous she's felt all night. Oh no, she thinks.

"Do you want to know a secret?" She reaches out and grabs his clapping hands, stepping in so close that her voluminous skirts fold around his legs. "I was hoping it was you."