However, it's horrid weather for going shopping. And going shopping is exactly what Blayde must do. She still has some gifts to buy and she needs some food and maybe a decoration or two would be nice for what was left of the party.
It looks like it's pretty cold out, so she dresses warmly in her favorite jeans and a black thermal shirt with a flannel button-down over it. She pulls a brush through her hair and looks at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall.
"Hmmm..." She says aloud, "Time to recolor the hair. The blue is fading out again. Maybe I'll go purple this time." She glances down at the ceramic bowl she keeps her jewelry in. Her silver cross gleams up at her from its resting place, the brilliant morning sun reflecting off it. Her hand wanders by it and clutches another charm instead. She fiddles with the necklace, trying to work the catch, then gives up and leaves it on the nightstand.
Next, she hunts for her wallet. It's burried somewhere among the piles of stuff littering her desk and she can never find it. It's pretty empty anyway; she does work study in the library and only works twice a week. She finally finds it and counts the bills inside. Thirty-seven dollars and twelve cents. Not much to buy the rest of her gifts and party food with, but it'll have to do until she can get to the bank.
"Shit!" The bus is scheduled to come in five minutes. She rushes out the door, pulling on her coat and locking it as she goes.
Down the hall she goes, passing the elevator and stampeding down the three flights of stairs. She flies out the door and past the single girl -who's probably waiting for her ride home- in the lobby.
The bus is just pulling up as she reaches her destination. She skids to a stop and follows a couple other students on to the bus. She drops into her usual seat, exhausted after her sprint form the dorm.
"Just made it, didn't you?"
She looks up. A boy who looks vaguely familiar is seated across the ailse from her. His flamming red hair pools into his emerald eyes and he smiles a very reserved smile. He's a very cute guy and his smile and long, unruly hair make him look almost mischievous
She blushes and nods. "It's been a lousy week and I over slept."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. Any one can be bummed out about not going home."
"Yeah. That's mostly the problem." She pauses, "You look really familiar. Do I have a class with you?"
His smile widens slightly. "Oh, no. But we spoke together last night, Blayde. I'm Suichi."