"I'm here to see 'Miss Erin', too."

"Hey, listen, baby, I-"

"Do NOT call me, baby." The redhead's light eyes smolder with hate fire. Her southern accent lilts.

"All right. Whatever. Listen, young lady," you mark young lady with as much scorn as you can muster. "I am here to speak to 'Miss Erin', too. In fact, I'm a friend of hers. I thought-"

"I highly doubt Miss Erin would give the time of day to someone like YOU." The ginger freshman is quick with her tongue, but you seem to have tamed her as she looks you up in down (with total disapproval). "But fine. Just, like, don't bother me."

The redheaded girl goes and sits on the far, far side of the room, putting as much distance from you as possible. She grabs her phone, pops in her headphones, and gives you a look that says, 'I said stop looking at me, creepo'.

You settle in a seat yourself on the opposite side of the room from Red. Checking your phone, you're perturbed Erin hasn't contacted you. She's never late. And this whole thing was her idea...

Why are you here again, exactly? What's going on with this assistant? I thought we were going to be banging out drunk, barely legal freshman year girls...