Akira Comes back

Thankfully, Akira quickly returned, and Makoto let out a sigh of relief when he rounded the corner. That relief quickly faded though when she saw Akira's expression. It wasn't a good one.

"So, uh..." he stuttered, taking a second to find the words. "They said since I'm not someone who live in the apartment, I can't be given a spare key without permission." Makoto's face paled.

"So that means..." she started.

"You have to go get it yourself." he said, confirming her fears. Makoto groaned.

"This is just...the worst..." Makoto said.

"What are you going to do?" he asked. "I could try to find you a new towel or something, but it could take a while." Makoto thought it over.

What should she do? Should she send him off to go get a towel, even though she'd be waiting there for a while? She could ask one of her other friends to bring something, but she wasn't sure she wanted anybody to know about this if they didn't have to.

What should she do?