Enroute to the Faculty Office.

Ann marched stiffly behind Ren down the corridor, with a stack of books in hand. Her cheeks reddened. She felt completely unguarded, being unable to use her hands to hold her skirt in place. Each step seemed to send it fluttering dangerously high.

As if on cue, a gust of wind swept down the corridor, lifting the hem of her skirt well above her navel. Dropping the books, Ann shrieked and yanked down her skirt, her face crimson. She looked around frantically. Nobody was in site. Ren turned around at her quizzically. "Y-you didn't see, right?" Ann demanded.

Ren shook his head. He picked up her books and continued down the hall. Silently, Ann followed, holding her skirt tightly in place.