Mickie

Mickie had caught up to Hank outside of the art building again, and greeted him enthusiastically, her platforms making a satisfying sound against the pavement and on the occasional leaf.

"Heyy, how was class? Which was it?"

"Hey Mickie. It was alright! Just Design 1. The professor lays out all of our assignments for the semester right away which is helpful but.. Really intimidating."

"Oh I get that. The compsci professors will put you through all that just to fail you anyways cuz of some malfunctioning AI grader."

"Ironic." Hank snorted

"Totally." Mickie grinned, bumping her hip into Hank's side.