Alone

"I...think I'd just like it to be Miranda and I," you say. Delilah's expression darkens before she can hide it.

"Oh! Yeah! No no! I wasn't trying to invade your space or anything, sorry if it came off that way." She brushes back her brown, choppy hair and exhales. Her face turning pink. Her bright eyes switch between the two of you as she stammers. "I...I've got some plans tonight anyway, so this works out actually."

Miranda frowns a bit, obviously feeling a tinge of pity for Delilah. She doesn't say anything otherwise about your decision though, meaning it's probably for the best that you don't have a third wheel tagging along tonight. You three talk for a little bit longer before parting ways. Miranda goes back to the dorms and you start for your bedroom, leaving Delilah alone the bar, who finds Maple again to start talking to. Their conversation is a bit more hushed this time though.

Before you can make it to the stairs, Miranda stops you from climbing too far up. "I'll see you around 5 o'clock. Wear something decent. The locals aren't trashy people, they still expect some kind of class. Do it for me?" She winks at you.

"Of course," you say. "I'll wear my Sunday-best."