You Run Across a Student

You walk out of your office in a daze. Walking in the general direction of staff housing you're broken from your fugue state by a bubbly voice calling out to you.

"Heeeyyy!" a young woman yells as she approaches you. She has long bubble gum pink hair done up in pigtails, you assume part of a costume as she's also wearing a schoolgirl outfit. Her skin is a light brown, which contrasts nicely with her pale blue eyes. Her features are pleasant round features and an easy smile. With her outfit, you can't help but notice her breasts straining against the buttons of her thin white top and her thick, smooth thighs and legs. "Sorry if I startled you, I just saw you walking and I wanted to say I LOVE your hair. Did you dye it yourself?"

With a chuckle and a slight blush, you try to clear your head and remind yourself that this is almost certainly a student you're dealing with and therefore not in your dating pool. "Oh, it's my natural hair color, actually. But thanks."

The girl's eyes go wide as you talk, "Whoa, that's crazy. And you're accent is sooo sexy." She says with a smile. "Are you going to the RA mixer? You should come with me." She reaches out and grabs your hand.

It clicks that this girl clearly thinks you're a classmate and you smile back at her, nervously clearing your throat, and say, "Actually..."