Things certainly hadn't been going well for poor Connie. On the off chance that someone did accept a flier, more often than not Connie saw them crumble it up and toss it into a garbage can or, most often, onto the grass. It was bad enough that they were ignoring her earnest, heartfelt attempt to bridge the socialization gap, but to litter on top of that? How utterly rude. Though annoyed, Connie pressed on; there were a fair number of fliers after all and the job was not done until they were all distributed or stapled to a bulletin board. With a renewed purpose, Connie was determined to complete this task swiftly...and then she turned on her heels and was bumped aside, fliers floating out of her hands and down to the ground below. 

Connie herself wasn't hurt, though she was knocked off balance but managed to stay standing, if a bit wobbly. She was going to apologize, or at least tell the bumper that it was no problem, but she froze when her eyes crossed over the hair of the girl who had sent the fliers flying. Connie had never seen hair so...red before, nor had she seen someone wearing such...clothing - and she had been to France during fashion week. And was that an umbrella? No...a parasol. Clearly some wealthy type, no doubt Connie was about to be given the ringer, chewed out for crossing paths with some spoiled rich girl. Probably the red haired girl would mock Connie's yellow sundress and black tights for not being some expensive ensemble despite the colors giving her outfit a cheery, spring vibe. 

To Connie's great shock, the girl seemed...amused..and...apologetic? 

[b][color=yellow]"Oh..um..it's...it's okay,"[/color][/b] She as flustered, still reeling from expectations and reality clashing. [b][color=yellow]"Cinephile? Um...no, I just really like movies. And live plays too, but those are harder to get DVDs of. Do you want to come? I had movie nights every month last year but no one came and I totally understand if you don't want to. I mean, you look like you have more important things to do, but thank you!"[/color][/b] 

Connie had been gathering the fliers on the ground as she spoke and, having gathered them all into a neat stack in her hand again, smiled at the red head for the consideration. She had thought that would be the end of it, but a shorter girl bounced up to them expressing an interest with an enthusiasm not even Connie had matched.

[b][color=yellow]"Oh, really? Of course you can, Rin, was it? It's an open invitation! That's one! That's one more than before! Oh, right, I'm Constance Blendin, but everyone calls me Connie, so you can too, Rin. And you too...er...Red Lady."[/color][/b]

The year had just started and things were looking up already.