Tuesday, University Campus, Afternoon

"So what's the plan, Big Guy?" Kyu was strolling beside Michael as he scanned through the small crowds of students, searching for that trademark two-toned hair color unique to the female professor.

Michael was slow to answer as he kept looking, his scouring about drawing him closer to the staff building. "Just talk to her really. We'll see what happens from there." He spoke.

Benches were placed beside the stone path that led to various areas of the campus and lo and behold, Aiko was resting on one of those benches. Her arms were outstretched as she did her best to relax, the breeze rustling her bangs. She was looking up at the trees whose branches sprawled over the path; the Sun's light piercing the small canopy created by the various green leaves hanging overhead.

Aiko was too enthralled in watching the leaves wave back and forth to notice Michael approach her until his golden head had popped into her view, instantly catching her gaze with that soft smile of his. "Hey there..!" He spoke with that upbeat tone she had grown a tad familiar with from yesterday, her own lips turning up in response to his positive-sounding voice.

"Oh-Hey..! Didn't notice you coming up..!" She tilted her head back from it's sky-staring position and rubbed her eyes. It was getting boring around here before Michael came along; she enjoyed their talk from yesterday with how some of her questions made the man blush.

"Gave you a shock, did I?" Michael laughed, moving to sit down beside the woman as she returned her eyes to him.

"Nah, you just reminded me that I have something to entertain me other than the casino." She replied.

"What-me?" He tilted his head and pointed to himself, getting a nod from the professor.

"Well duh; I'm not talking to anyone else right now, am I?" She asked. The question was clearly rhetorical, indicated by her tone; Michael however ignored her tone and still replied to her question.

"Probably; who else do you know that has blond hair and green eyes?" He grinned as she shook her head with a giggle.

"There's this English guy I met yesterday at the park, he's a bit of a dork but he kept me entertained between classes." She answered back.

Michael stroked his chin, curious to whom she was talking about. "Hmmm, he sounds pretty okay if he was able to keep a pretty lady like you entertained." He flirted.

"Oh trust me we went back and forth for like an hour asking the weirdest stuff, like what was his biggest turn on and all that." She laughed, humoring Michael as they reminisced on yesterday.

"Really now? If you two were asking questions like that then surely he would've asked how big those are." Aiko was a little confused by his statement.

"How big are what, exactly?" She had an idea on what he was hinting at, but she wanted to hear him ask.

Michael's cheeks slowly shifted to a pink hue as he cleared his throat. "You know; what kind of cup-size are you rocking?" God that was worded so weirdly, but luckily Aiko found it amusing and laughed.

"Wow, how romantic." Her voice dripped with sarcasm so Michael didn't have much to worry about before she answered him. "I'm rockin' D's." She curled her fingers to mock the way she said 'rocking', making Michael exhale in amusement.

The opportunity to turn the question on him occurred to Aiko as they conversed, laughing and teasing one another under the leaves.

"Since you asked me how big these puppies are, I'd like to ask you as well." She started. Michael arched an eyebrow, looking down and pressing his arms together so his pecs were smooshed together.

"I think I might be an...A..?" He wasn't sure, given that he never checked and didn't need to.

Aiko laughed at his goofy gesture, shaking her head. "No, Einstein; how big is it?" She didn't beat around the bush, pointing towards Michael's 'downtown area'. His eyes followed where she pointed, his gaze falling on the spot between his legs. If he wasn't red before, he was a little bit now.

"Ohhhh." He realized, shaking one of his hands from side to side. "Ehhh you wouldn't believe me if I told you." His response spurred Aiko to scooch closer to the man, clearly wanting to know.

"I just told you the size of my tits; you telling me the size of your dick is only fair." She sounded like an actual teacher when she said that, and he wasn't sure whether to be turned on or afraid.

Giving into her fierce stare and professional sounding voice, Michael leaned in just a bit closer so that no passing students could hear what was about to be said. "Nine…" Was all he needed to utter as Aiko's gray eyes immediately widened and darted from his gentle face and to his pants.

"No way." She couldn't believe what he told her, making Michael shrug his shoulders since he knew that would be her reaction. It seemed very outlandish to hear that, but the thought of it wasn't as impossible to visualize for the professor.

"I'm gonna need to see some proof on that one, bud." She sounded like an officer now, suspicious if the truth was really uttered and not just a lie.

"I mean I wouldn't mind it, but I think we're skipping the whole 'going on a date' phase, Ms. Yumi." Michael joked, the redness on his face fading as Aiko looked at him with a gaze mixed with one part determination and two parts curiosity.

"So that was your plan to ask me out on a date?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Did it work?" Michael leaned forward expectantly, tilting his head down at the woman. It was all on Aiko now if she were to accept his invitation or not.

"Wellll I gotta admit that I haven't heard that before." She had to give Michael points for such a brazen invitation, especially for the first date of all things.

"So is that a yes?" He asked.

"Yeah, why not? You make time fly by, and it's not like you're hard to look at." She admitted with a shrug. "But we can't go right now, although I wish…" She mumbled angrily. Aiko had never been one to really enjoy teaching, or at least didn't feel extremely passionate about it like all the other professors did.

"That's fine. Just means that we'll have more time to mess about when you're off." Michael mused.

"Couldn't agree with you more, Michael. But I have something to do after work, I don't want to slack off on exercising." Aiko reasoned.

Michael couldn't agree more with that sentiment, nodding his head. "That's no problem. How does tomorrow night sound? You have anything going on then?"

Aiko shook her head, "If I did then I don't now." It was going to be at night, and other than possibly taking care of some class assignments then she was free. "You better take me somewhere nice." She jokingly threatened.

As they were about to continue, their conversation was interrupted by Aiko's pager once more like yesterday. The look on her face said it all as she begrudgingly pulled out the small device and ceased its incessant beeping.

"Awww, already..?" Michael whined as he watched Aiko pull herself from the bench, reaching her arms up towards the sky with a noise as she stretched.

"Maybe it's a sign; maybe the university doesn't want us to talk." Her tone had changed unexpectedly, making Michael tilt his head.

He didn't know if she had a sudden change of heart on the whole dating idea, so he did what any smart individual would do and inquired about it. "And what do you say to that? You gonna listen to it?"

Aiko's false sadness didn't hold itself for long as Michael stood up and towered above her, "No way..!" She chuckled, laughing at her failed attempt to worry the man. "There's no chance I'd let work get in the way of a good time, trust me. Didn't hurt to try and make you worry."

He sighed inwardly, relieved that she was merely joking. "Great to hear. Now that you have high expectations, I'm gonna have to plan out something fun."

"Yeah you better. Otherwise I'll need you to pay with some…" She reached up and pulled him down so her mouth was right at his ear. "Compensation…" She whispered, releasing Michael and letting him stand back up.

His ears reddened once again for the umpteenth time; the professor's had a knack of getting him to redden up like a cherry. It was like she knew exactly what made him flustered, or maybe he was just that predictable.

"I'm not sure if I want to make it a fun date now…" Michael joked as Aiko began her walk to the main campus.

"You better; I won't do anything unless you at least put some effort into making it fun..!" She shouted, waving a hand goodbye before rounding a corner and disappearing from sight.

Michael was alone once more, standing under the tree's shadows and the only sound being the wind causing the leaves to rub against one another. The silence had dissipated as Kyu emerged in a puff of fairy-dust with a howling cheer.

"THAT'S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE! SECOND DAY AND YOU'VE GOT A DATE!" She was beyond ecstatic, placing her hands on his shoulders and shaking him like a coach does to a boxer.

"Kyu- you don't have to scream..!" Michael winced as he was shaken from side to side by the excited fairy. It was like he had just won the lottery and Kyu was the first to know about it.

"How are you not excited, dude? You haven't gone out in a while I'm sure. And you have the opportunity to go out with a bombshell Asian professor of all things!" She was right; Michael hadn't gone out with a girl ever since freshman year of college two years ago so this was a feeling he hasn't experienced in a good while.

"I guess I'm trying to figure out what to do for tomorrow night? I don't know." He answered back. Kyu continued to talk his ear off as Michael walked off the campus and returned to the Overlook, having done what he wanted to do and that was to talk with Aiko. Time really did fly when he was at the campus, because the Sun was nearing the horizon as he reached the Overlook and returned to taking pictures of the star's orange light shrouding the city.

Tuesday, Scenic Overlook, Evening

Kyu was back on her bench, her mind wandering to god-knows-where as Michael had returned to photographing the area, walking all around the various walkways and capturing different things. All was silent with the occasional snapping of the camera; even Kyu was quiet, surprisingly enough. The silence worked in Michael's favor as the sounds of incoming footsteps instinctively made the man pull his eyes away from his subject, turning around to spot Haric strolling up the stairs.

"You lost?" Michael called out from the top staircase. Haric darted his head up to inspect whomever called out to him. He saw Michael lift up his camera and snap a picture of him right as he smiled, lifting up a thumbs up after inspecting the photo. Haric laughed upon spotting Michael, surmising that the tease was fired from the golden-haired man. After making his way up the stairs, Haric leaned back against one of the many railings that decorated the area.

"So how'd your day go?" Michael asked from his seat on the stairs, leaning back to take in the light.

Haric began his response with a shrug, "Ehh same old stuff, put these clothes on, do this pose, do that pose, switch to different clothes and yadda yadda." He waved his hand up and down dismissively, his eyes looking out towards the city as the night-owls began showing themselves.

"Gee Haric, being a fashion model sounds like a reeeeeeeal dream job." Sarcasm dripped off Michael's tongue like sap from a tree as he lifted his camera up and snapped another picture of Haric right as a breeze blew his dark hair behind him.

"It's more or less people wanting to do something but not knowing how to do it. I swear it takes some of the photographers years to set up only to take pictures you would've taken in high-school." Haric continued to vent on his work as a model for a moment before his eyes fell on the camera held in his friend's hands.

"You know if you want, I can probably get you a gig at the studio to shoot some stuff. You have some pretty good shots of me." Haric offered. Michael was always a bit iffy on working with photography due to himself being his own worst critic.

"I don't know about that Haric. This is just a hobby; I don't even consider myself that good." Michael retorted right before his friend reached down and snatched up his camera and dove through the various photos that he's taken, much to Michael's protests.

"Ah-Hey..! Don't just take my stuff like that-" Haric held the camera in front of his friend, showing the man a picture of himself. The photo was taken at the lounge that Kyu had taken Michael except this time it was during the day; Haric was dressed in a black t-shirt that had the words 'Stay Black' taking up the front and a pair of black jeans. The background was blurred due to the focus being purely on the dark-haired man.

"You're telling me that you wouldn't get hired with something like this? I don't think half of the photographers my boss books know how to focus their camera, let alone keep their eyes off all the women while working." Haric grumbled as he placed the camera back in Michael's lap. The prospect did seem interesting, and one piece of advice Kyu gave him resurfaced; don't be afraid to take a chance.

Michael sighed loud enough to get Haric's attention once again. "I'll give it some thought, alright? Just don't get your hopes up." He warned, ushering Haric to wave his hand dismissively once again.

"Pshhh, you don't give yourself enough credit. And besides, there's some pretty hot women that work there; maybe I can put in a good word for you to one of 'em." Haric joked, reaching to playfully shake Michael's shoulder who was laughing along with the man.

"Please, if any of them are snobby I might turn my nose up." Michael said.

"Then you're not gonna have a problem at all with these girls then. They joke alot so it makes work tolerable." Haric countered.

"That's if I decide to take up your offer." Michael reminded him, Haric nodding his head to confirm that he was listening.

"Not a problem." Haric moved to sit down next to Michael, continuing to talk to the man about how his day went and what their plans were once the Sun had set, which was getting closer to that time.

"You're seriously going out to the club tonight?" Michael glanced over at the man with an eyebrow raised.

"Yep! Unlike you, I work on weekends so I deserve to have time for myself." Haric puffed his chest out with his knuckles sitting on his hips. Michael stared at him incredulously, shaking his head as Haric had settled on his decision to go out to the club and stood up.

"You should come along dude; the club isn't packed on Tuesdays." Haric turned his head to look at Michael who was still shaking his head.

"Nope. I've got things to prepare for tomorrow." His rejection was met with Haric not understanding the meaning of 'No' and pulled Michael up by his shoulder.

"Hey..! I said no, idiot..!" Michael whined as he was now being pulled along. He looked back and saw Kyu was following along.

"Doesn't matter! We're going! You rarely go to the club, so it's time to pull you outta your comfort zone!" Haric had wrapped his arm around his neck, leading him down the stairs.

"You gotta take risks, remember?" Kyu advised. The club was clearly out of his comfort zone since he's usually been alone at home or with Haric working out somewhere. He's only been to the club a handful of times, and all of them started out exactly like right now.

"Uhhhgh…" Michael gave in to Haric's forceful invitation and decided to not fight against the man's clearly superior strength, much to his chagrin.

Tuesday, Lusties Nighclub, Night

Michael was already dreading entering the nightclub as soon he could hear the bass-boosted music from around the block. Flashing lights quickly shifted colors as Haric pulled him into the twinkling building.

The music was even louder once they got inside, the only other noise being the cheers of the partygoers as the song currently playing was changed to a more popular tune. Michael sighed in relief as the song started out softly, but his relief was short-lived as the bass quickly kicked in and nearly shook his ribs.

"How are you not deaf from coming here..?!" Michael shouted over the bass, the both of them slipping past the people towards the bar; one of the farthest places from the dancefloor.

"I don't know. I suppose you get used to it-" "Why do you do this every FUCKING TIME!" Haric's response was already a challenge for Michael to hear, but even the booming music was nothing compared to the furious roar of a woman shouting right next to them. The sudden voice was enough to make the men jump and look towards the holder of the angry voice.

There were two of them; the obviously louder one of the two wore clothes that matched her voice: a vibrant red and white dress with frills that anyone could distinguish from a crowd of people. Her red hair and eyes matched her dress as well as her personality as she argued with the blue-haired woman across from her.

This woman's voice was barely audible over the bumping bass, but the two men were able to make out the words 'douche bag'. Her choice of attire gave them further insight to how indifferent and neutral she seemed to be as she wore a grey sweater and white shorts. The black glasses did little to hide her burning-blue hues as she glared at the redhead while they conversed. Their conversation had ended when the redhead scoffed and tossed some locks of her hair over her shoulder.

"Ugh! Whatever! Leave. Go. Byyyyye!" She left with a wave that burned with a mixture of sarcasm and annoyance towards the blue-haired woman.

Haric turned back to Michael and rested his weight against the bar they were next to, letting out an exaggerated huff at the display that they had just witnessed. Michael did something similar as he awkwardly brushed some of his golden locks from his face; the exchange was painful to hear.

"This usually happens here?" Michael asked. Haric looked like he was having a hard time answering, looking back at the blue-haired woman and returning to Michael.

"Sometimes, but it usually happens outside the club." He responded as he stole another glance of the woman. Michael was starting to wonder as Haric was quickly stealing looks at the woman more and more.

He tapped his shoulder, returning Haric's attention to him. "Dude, if you're gonna talk to her then just say something." He said. Haric arched an eyebrow, shaking his head.

"What-No, I'm not interested in talking to her." Now Michael was confused; why would Haric be looking at her so much if he wasn't interested? There wasn't anything on her face or clothes, so why?

"Then why the constant looking?" He asked next. Haric responded by pulling Michael's ear to him.

"She might be a pretty decent match for you, don't you think?" Haric inquired, making Michael pull back with a confused mask on his face.

"What makes you even think that?" Michael didn't see how Haric could make that assumption just by looking at the woman.

"She's clearly not a people person..! And you have moments where you don't wanna go outside either..! See the connection?" Haric held up his hands like two sides of a scale perfectly balanced on each side.

"I do, but I don't see why you think that we're a match if we haven't even talked." Haric's response to that was simple; he placed a hand on his shoulder and swapped places with him so that he was beside the woman.

"Then how about you talk?" Haric said.

"What're you-" Michael was stopped by Haric again as he was now in Haric's spot.

"Just be yourself man..! You're gonna do fine; I'll go get us some drinks." With a final pat on the back, Haric slid off to the far side of the bar to observe Michael as well as get himself something to relieve himself of the pains of the day's work.

The blue-haired woman was clearly angry from what Michael could see, so he figured that maybe a little light-hearted conversation could help lift her mood from the cavernous pit of anger she was currently in. "Sooo your friend seems rather interesting." Michael started.

His statement was met by the woman crossing her arms underneath her chest with a huff. "She's a bitch." She flatly stated, her eyes gazing at anywhere other than Michael or the crowds of people.

"Ahhh, I feel your pain. This place isn't really my scene either." He continued, wanting to return the sentiment so she didn't feel as if she was alone. However his statement was shot down forthwith by the woman's heated glare, her deep blue eyes looking up to lock with his.

"Okayyy..? So why are you here exactly?" She had good reason to question him since all she knew was that he was in a place where he wouldn't want to be in and wasn't aware of the man that pulled Michael there was watching from across the bar.

"Well you see about that-" His answer was met with the woman cutting him off with a small wave of her hand.

"Sorry, but can you leave me alone? There's tons of other girls for you to talk up." She was clearly getting uncomfortable and wasn't feeling like giving Michael the time of day.

He didn't want to overstay his welcome since her angered face was changing; only gaining a new quality of agitation from Michael's attempts at conversation. Her attitude didn't dissuade him as much however, as he figured that maybe a compliment could lighten her up; didn't hurt him to try it out...at least not hurt him physically.

"And that's the thing; I'd rather be talking to you because you're not like the other girls." Michael did his best to smile as the woman rolled her eyes at his compliment.

"Look, I see what you're trying to do but I'm not interested." Was what the woman said next before moving off to a different part of the bar to be away from him. It stung being rejected like that, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. That didn't make it hurt any less for Michael though as Haric saw what had transpired and slid back to console his friend, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Hey man, I wouldn't get so beat up over that; it was worth the shot." Haric pulled a seat out for Michael to take, offering him one of the margaritas that he had gotten.

"Told you we weren't a match." Michael sighed, taking the drink and taking a small sip.

Haric gave a defeated shrug of his shoulders, admitting to his mistake. "Ehhh what can I say? You win some and you lose some. But hey, at least you still have the woman from the lounge's number, right?" He asked. Michael nodded, making him smile.

"Great..! We can set something up for you-Wait…" He saw someone moving on the other side of the bar; it was that head of blue again shifting her way through some people to return back to her spot.

"What?" Michael asked as he saw Haric standing back up.

"Look alive buddy..! Blue's coming back..!" He said as he slipped back to leave him alone.

"Blue..?" Michael sat up and looked around for a second and finally caught the blue-haired woman successfully making her way back to her spot beside him.

"Oh-Hey, did you forget something..?" Michael asked, a little confused as to why the woman that had just shut him down had returned.

"No, I didn't…I guess I had a change of thought..." She started, her voice falling off to grow silent once again. "It's Nikki...my name." She introduced herself. Michael smiled inwardly; there was always gonna be a time where losses are taken, but not this time. "I was a little too quick to judge; bit of a bad habit. I don't really talk to people that much, but I guess you can keep me company until my friend's ready to leave."

That inward smile Michael had forced its way to the surface as Nikki introduced herself. Taking the chair beside him, he pulled it out a little for her to take, which she accepted.

"I don't see anything wrong with that; not everyone's an extrovert like your friend." Michael reasoned, getting a nod from Nikki in return.

"Tell me about it; this is the third time since Sunday she's dragged me along to do whatever she does." She growled, resting her head on her hand.

"Oh trust me, I feel the same way. My friend was actually the reason why I'm here." He chuckled as he took a drink, spotting Nikki arching her eyebrow and looking around to see if she could spot his aforementioned friend.

"Was he pulling you out of your room too?" She asked.

"More or less. I was doing some photography at the Overlook but he pulled me down here." Michael shrugged as he answered, lifting up the camera that was hanging around his neck as Nikki looked at him curiously.

"Oh so that's why you were carrying that around. I thought you were one of those creeps that take pictures of people without knowing." She sounded glad. Michael stared at her, feeling mildly offended that she would formulate that conclusion by seeing a guy with a camera.

"Well that seems a little out there don't you think? Seeing a guy holding a camera doesn't immediately scream to me 'creeper'." Michael spoke, arching an eyebrow at her previous statement.

Nikki pulled back a little, replaying what she had just said in her head. Her cheeks turned a little red with embarrassment and went to apologize. "My bad. I guess you were just doing your job, or something?"

Michael shook his head, "It's not my job. Photography is a hobby of mine. I work as a freelance artist." He answered. His response was met with wide eyes from the woman; clearly his answer had caught her interest.

"Wait, you draw for a living? How long did it take for you to do that?" She asked.

Michael never thought about the time it took for him to get as good as he was at drawing; he just drew what he liked and looked up guides and asked other artists how to draw something.

"I don't know. I posted my work on QuickiePic and the next thing I knew people started asking me if I did commissions." He answered the best that he could.

"Wow…my friends usually say that it isn't a successful career." She sighed.

"It's not a bad career so to say, but it definitely requires a lot of dedication." Michael responded. "As long as you have the passion for it, I think anyone could make a great artist." He gave Nikki a reassuring smile, which made her eyes dart away from his visage at the sight of his grin.

Not wanting the spotlight constantly on him, he decided to ask Nikki about what she did for work. His question was answered with a cringe and huff by the blue-ette.

"I work as a barista over at the cafe. God it makes me wanna die just thinking about that place." She groaned as the cloud of serving a constant flow of people in the morning floated into her mind. It irritated her that so many people were addicted to coffee.

"Really? Hope you aren't the only one working there; I've seen some of the lines coming out of that place." Michael shivered. Luckily for him he didn't rely on caffeine to get a start in the morning; a face splashed with cold water and a good breakfast would have him set until lunch.

"Ughhh don't remind me. I don't get why people are so obsessed with coffee." She could only breathe out in irritation at the thought as Michael was fiddling with his now empty glass.

"Same here; I understand it if it's every once in a while but damn, everyday? I'd never be able to do that." Michael's opinion was met in kind when Nikki looked up at him like he had just solved the deepest mysteries to the universe.

"I know right?! It's everyday that these crackheads come up to me so that they could get their fix." She didn't stop there as she continued on about how the morning rush ended practically at noon; it felt like she could never go on break so when she was able to leave for a moment to sit down another person would come up.

The two were talking back and forth for a good while as song after song changed. Each tune was a different length than the last so Michael didn't have a clue what time it was until the red-haired girl that was yelling at Nikki before approached her, her forehead glistening with a worked up sweat on the dancefloor. The sheen of sweat along with the distinct smell of alcohol coming from her wrang bells in Nikki's head as the woman took a second to catch her breath.

"Are you ready to leave now, Audrey?" Nikki asked. Her friend groaned while pushing some locks of red from her eyes.

"Yeah yeah, fine we'll go...But it was getting fun so we WILL be coming back later…" Audrey said in her stupor, Nikki needing to take her arm behind her neck so she could help her out. Michael watched for a moment as Nikki struggled to lug her friend out of the club before stepping in and taking Audrey's other arm, catching Nikki's attention.

"What're you doing?" She would ask, looking at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"Figured I could give you a hand with helping you and your friend out of here." He offered.

"We live not too far from here…" She started. "But I'm not that strong...okay, you can help. But you better not do anything weird." She threatened. Michael nodded before looking back and spotting Haric talking to a woman. Waving his hand, the model looked to his friend and gave him a confused look as they left the club. All Michael could do as a response to Haric's confusion was shrug his shoulders.

Nikki was right; Audrey's place was only a couple of blocks away from the bustling nightclub so it took around fifteen minutes to reach with Michael's help. Nikki felt like he was doing most of the lifting, especially considering that he was practically lifting Audrey off the sidewalk every other step due to their staggering height difference. Once at her home, Michael let Nikki take her in and put Audrey to her bed before returning to the front door to thank him.

"Thanks for that; Just feeling her weight made me think it would be an hour to get back here." Nikki spoke, Michael chuckling at her hyperbolic words. "I'm not kidding, you know." She crossed her arms.

"I know, but it's still funny to think about…" He said, his laugh slowly fading to silence. They stood there for a few seconds in silence, Nikki staring at wherever her eyes took her.

"Ssooo…" Her voice split the mute air and instantly caught Michael's attention. "You're pretty much a pro at art, right?" She asked.

"If you consider freelance to be professional then I guess; what's up?" He returned. He saw Nikki gulp like she was going to ask him something that could make or break her.

"Do you think you could critique my drawings..? I've been really big into art, but felt that I didn't have anyone to really judge my stuff properly. If you're okay with that..." Her blue eyes glowed with hope, her fingers intertwining with one another as she awaited Michael's response with great anticipation.

Michael shrugged his shoulders at her question, the smile on his face unchanging. "Sure..! I'd be happy to give you tips on improving your work." His words were met with a smile from the woman as she quickly spoke back.

"That's good to know...Could you hand me your phone? I think giving you my number would make things faster instead of meeting in person." Michael nodded and pulled out his phone and handed it to her.

"So are you gonna watch over your friend?" He asked as Nikki typed in her contact information.

"Nah, I already have her laying on her side. She's used to this by now. I'm gonna go home and pass out." Michael laughed again as she gave him his phone back.

"Lucky you." He breathed out.

"You still need to work?" Nikki asked. "Guess that never stops, huh?"

"It never does. I didn't work pretty much all day so I need to make up for it. I'll call you soon though. Have a good night, Nikki." Michael said as he turned to make his way down the hall.

Nikki nodded, "Alright. Talk to you soon." She replied as Michael turned and waved at her. Due to him being turned around, he didn't notice the corner of the hallway and bumped into it, making him yelp as he stumbled around the corner out of view. "Welp...he's a guy." She said as she left Audrey's apartment herself.

On his way home as Kyu gave him some more congratulatory compliments and tips on dating, Michael was constantly wondering about one thing, and that thing was big; where was he going to take Aiko for their date tomorrow? He better think of something soon, otherwise he's toast…

Author's Notes: The end of meeting the default girls draws near! And now we know that the first woman we'll be going for is none other than Ms. Yumi herself! Will Michael be able to handle the flirt's that Aiko has in store for him, or is he gonna become a babbling mess; a victim to the professor's sexual charm! Who knows! We'll see!