Rita calls a friend

Later that evening, Rita is lying in bed at home with her laptop open in front of her. The screen is filled with the smiling face of her best friend from school, lying in a similar pose on her own bed.

"Well you look smug and happy today. Good day at the adoption center?" she was just asking.

The ratgirl grins at her webcam. "Maaaybe? This guy came in when I was about to leave, accompanied by a friend. I think she encouraged him to come so he won't be alone in his apartment when he starts college. They're not a couple or anything, even though they looked pretty cute together. And he barely protested when I dared him to kiss her!"

"You're incorrigible!" her friend exclaims, both laughing. "So what happened?"

"Well the chick looked like she was going for it, until he leaned in with his eyes closed and she nearly knocked him on his ass."

"Oh no! Poor guy," the short-haired redhead says.

"It's fiiine Jenny, he got to kiss me later," Rita says.

"Oh yeah? Spill the deets, girl!" Jenny demands.

With a giggle, Rita launches into a retelling of everything that happened after you left the FPI building. Not a lot happened and she doesn't go through the whole conversation you had at the diner, so even with Jenny's questions and interruptions the tale nears its end after a few minutes of gabbing.

"...John's shy too, but he's also an eager beaver! See, he's already texting me about our first official date," Rita proclaims when her phone dings, holding it up to the camera so Jenny can see your message. "Mr Dreamboat is taking me to the aquarium on Sunday."

"Oh, that's sweet," Jenny says earnestly. "Somewhere nice you can just walk around together while looking at neat fish, hold hands, a chill atmosphere you can actually talk to each other in..."

"Yepyepyep," Rita agrees. "I wonder if that's what he was thinking though, he just blurted it out as soon as we ruled out the explosion factory."

"Maybe he just pictured you getting wet," Jenny says, following up with a provocative eyebrow wiggle.

"Jenny!" Rita gasps.

"Like you weren't thinking it," Jenny snickers. "Anyhoo, my dad's calling me for dinner. TTYL, my good bitch!"

"Later skater," Rita replies and waves at the screen, then reaches out to end the call.

Rolling onto her back, she looks at your texts again before pressing her phone to her chest with a smile. She doesn't know if you're the one yet, but she's excited to find out!