Patrick steps in... and recognizes Mackenzie...

"Oh damn it!" Mackenzie was looking through each drawer on the right side of her desk, not finding her mending kit anywhere. What she didn't realize was that she had placed it in the drawers of the left side in the move.

Mackenzie placed her damaged slacks on her desk while still frantically searching between the drawers on her right side. Giving up after a few minutes, she went to the left side and found the mending kit in the second drawer!

Breathing a sigh of relief, Mackenzie went about fixing her pants when she noticed Patrick had let himself in and was staring at her jaw agape.

"Whoa..." he mentioned, looking at Mackenzie's bare legs that were obvious from where he was standing and looking down. Those thighs looked familiar... and she did have a vibrant red coiffure that reminded him of something...

A smile crept upon his lips as he thought back to his college years. Beknownst to the redhead only through casual conversation, they had gone to the same school but Patrick was a couple years older. Still, he bore witness to the college freshman Mackenzie's having her entire wardrobe stolen and being made to streak the college campus on a weekly basis, leaving her with... sort of a fan club who took a proactive approach to her clothing.

"Hey, I don't mean to intrude," Patrick began, "but are you the Shy Streaker by any chance?"

Mackenzie's heart dropped at this question. Her mouth hung open, debating on how she was supposed to answer that.