Andy was swallowed up with thoughts of Ginger when he least expected it. In the middle of class, while he was trying to study, going to bed at night-- he worried, stressed, wondered what she was up to. If she was alright or if she was high-- scarily high, near overdose-- and needless to say, he wasn't used to this sort of anxiety or worry. Typically he was optimistic, kept his head held up high despite his strange tendency to self-deprecate, but in this case he genuinely cared. He genuinely wanted her to be alright.
So perhaps it came as no surprise that he found himself looking for her in a crowd when he ventured around campus, though it wasn't exactly as if he went searching, per se. He just hoped that she'd be in the same place as him again, like they'd bumped into each other into the courtyard that time. Days passed and nothing-- not in the cafeteria, not in the hallways (he might have taken the long way through and around the nursing building a few times, if only to make sure), not in the courtyard.
Out of habit, then, he checked his surroundings as he entered the student center. A coffee would do him some good in a studying session, he'd figured, but if he found his friend it would be a plus. He found the stairs easily to the second floor, stepping onto the second step so he could have a slight vantage point over every head in the student center.
And then he caught sight of her. Before he could stop himself, he called out. "Ginger!" He said, a little too desperate. "Wait up!" He weaved his way through the crowd and placed a hand on her shoulder, completely relieved to have found her.
"Can I buy you a coffee?"