Considering she didn't exactly prepare... kind of?

Frank awoke groggily, as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep or was unprepared for his alarm. He reached over to his nightstand and turned off his alarm, "Jesus," he thought aloud, 'I must have had a gnarly dream.' But quickly those thoughts dissipated into standard forgotten morning nonsense and got out of bed-

TWEET TWEET came an unexpected sound. Frank fell over himself with the sudden stimulus he didn't expect. Looking in the direction of the absurdly obnoxious bird call, he saw a familiar bird. It was a yellow cardinal perched atop his closet, looking as happy as can be. He was suddenly filled with fear before he... felt at peace. He remembered that this bird was the one he saved yesterday... it was a cardinal, right? And there was that cute girl... hmm... "Did I bring you home with me?" He must have. "Whatever, I'll bring you back some birdseed on the way home or something," Frank said dismissively. He completed his morning procedure and began the trek to class, unaware he was still being tailed by his bird friend, who had flown out the same window it had entered before.

School proceeded about as usual. Frank arrived on time, had his morning classes, fiddled with his phone, and gawked at the girls. At lunch, Frank followed his usual procedure; he went to the choir room and used the choir director's kettle to brew himself some tea. If he was hungry before dinner he could always make something at home. Frank had been in the school choir since back in middle school. The laid back nature of a bunch of people just singing in a room together and occasionally presenting for awards to keep the school happy was pleasant for Frank. It helped grow a group of friends and a large list of acquaintances.

Nothing eventful took place, really. Frank heard that apparently a new student teacher would show up in choir, so that was nice. Eventually, class ended and Frank went home on his usual route. As he passed through the park, he noticed a very pretty girl leaning against a tree, staring at her phone. He realized she was the cute flat girl from yesterday, except...

"Oh. It's you," she said, noticing him. She quickly pocketed her phone and swooped over to him quickly. An excited glint was in her eye. Frank said eye, because most of her right eye was covered by long black bangs, extending down to her right cheek but not covering the entire right side of her face. It was kind of like a kuudere girl in an anime. It was really cute, on top of her already pristine looks. But what grabbed Frank's eyes really was her rack.

Frank had been... 90% certain that she was flat yesterday. She was NOT flat today. Not that he was going to ask about it or anyth-

"Do you like my tits?" the girl asked tactfully.

Frank didn't expect that, "Uh, I-I'm not certain how to respond to that."

"I would hope you would respond honestly," the girl countered "You look like a tits guy, but I'd like to know for sure. What's your name?"

Frank was, once again, bewildered by the order of the questioning. She seemed to be even more socially inept than he was somehow. He decided to play it straight. "My name's Frank. I'm not exactly a 'tits guy', but yeah I like your tits. Can you ask me something more reasonable, next?" he pleaded.

"Did you have any weird dreams last night?" she asked, as if that was a response to your request for reasonable questions.

"I... don't remember?" He answered, befuddled. "Why, did you?"

"Yeah." That was all she said, and she said it plainly. Honestly it was exhausting talking to this girl. She began studying his face, looking for something. Frank wasn't particularly bothered by it. It wasn't often that a hot girl checked him out after all. After a while she nodded, as if understanding.

"Hmm. Hey do you have a girlfriend?" She asked him. For the first time in this conversation he liked where things were going. He shrugged and shook his head in reply. "Cool, I'll be your girlfriend."

Frank... didn't feel any compatibility with this girl at all. The inner workings of her mind were a complete mystery and... and he couldn't stop staring at her. God, she was hot.

"Okay, sure," he said, completely caught up in this girl's current.

"Cool, let's go back to your place. I've never hooked up with anyone before and I'm pretty sure my mom will be freaked out if I bring a boy back with me today of all days. Also my dad will probably hate you." And with that she pulled her phone out and began typing something at a ludicrous speed.

"Thanks for the warning." This is not how Frank imagined he would get his first girlfriend. Frank pictured that after a long friendship with a kind of cute girl that he'd eventually ask her out and she'd say something about it taking long enough, dummy. Or something like that. He did not imagine he'd be waylaid by a frighteningly beautiful, unreadable girl and asked to take her to his place and... have sex? She just said they're hooking up, he was pretty sure that meant 'Let's fuck' in Hot Girl-speak. Not that this girl seemed fluent in any social dialect.

Frank decided to continue the way home. "Okay Ava, this way." And he began walking

Behind him she gasped, turned red, and hurried after him. He didn't notice that she had never told him her name.