"Ah--don't, It's, Just, If you see anyone else from school around, if you could let me know...?"
Erika waved her hands at the red headed girl, a small laugh in her throat at her attempt to help as she could. She rubbed the back of her head, turning to look at the two boys in the small group that had gathered. Should she really be showing herself here, in front of these people, letting them know she's here? Well, at least she held her tongue about who she wanted to meet--that gave her a bit of comfort. She glanced at the boy in red too, smiling her greetings albeit a bit shyly. In the back of her mind, she wondered what Michael was doing right then. Of course, then the boy that smelled like garbage piped up. Preoccupied, she listened to what he had to say as she pulled up her phone and began punching out a message.
From: Erika Mitsuki
I need to meet you. Tonight.
The hairs on the back of her neck raised, the weight of the purse on her neck seemed to gradually increase. What if she didn't show up at all? What then? After the message had sent, her fingers nervously fiddled with her phone, huffing softly as she stared at nothing. Her attention slowly came back into focus at the end of the dark haired, pretty and gross-smelling boy's monologue.
Erika blinked over in his direction, her eyebrows slowly raising."You seem... familiar. Uh, Have we met before?"
The contacts in her eyes felt a bit grainy, causing her to squint. Maybe she should go back to her glasses, she'd accidentally kept her contacts in earlier when falling into Deep Ground with Michael. The red haired boy had spoken up, and she opened her mouth to respond to his inquiry as to whether or not he was intruding when the red haired girl assured him he was not.