after a very, very long day of exploring the city erika's class was visiting for a week and viewing all sorts of churches and memorial sites, the students had gotten time to go out into the city by themselves. erika had - as the self-proclaimed mother of the friendgroup - dragged drunk maxim back to the hotel and somehow smuggled the girl romeo had met past the teacher's hallway all by herself. it was exhausting, looking out after everyone and making sure none of her friends got suspended or even arrested

responsible as she was she took maxim to her room to feed him some crackers and make him drink some water to sober up, she didn't understand how one tall fucker of a guy could get drunk on wine so easily, but the blond claimed his tolerance was just low. though she had told you that she'd meet you after she'd gotten back and started to get impatient because she didn't want you thinking she'd forgotten, she stayed with maxim until he seemed okay to walk down to his room

as an introvert, approaching strangers to ask for directions or standing in a group of loud, chattering teens while a clueless tour guide wouldn't stop talking about the city's monuments was more than just exhausting. not having had any alone time where people just... were quiet had drained erika more than she'd like to admit, and your room was the perfect place to do so. she knocked gently and waited until you opened the door, offering you an apologetic smile while waiting for you to let her in

"hey, so sorry I'm late," she mumbled and went over to your window to pull it open, glancing outside at the tall houses in the dark, "had to take care of my drunk friend," she explained and peeled the paint off the window frame. if she didn't have such a dislike for nicotine she would've probably smoked a cigarette. instead, she kicked off her shoes, snatched the the book she'd left here last night off the chair and sighed exasperatedly

"I need some peace and quiet," she told you and gently nudged you to lie down next to you, "mind if I join you?"