Erica showed you a picture of a girl with a perfect figure, wishing she looked like her. She playfully squeezed her chest, leaving you blushing.

Then, she excitedly showed you a picture of one of your classmates, saying,

"I'm going out with him. Wish me luck."

You recalled he was a playboy and had warned her, to which she simply grinned and said,

"No worries, I can change him."

You facepalmed, realizing this might be another one of her failed relationships.