Vix sits on the couch of his apartment waiting for his girlfriend who was supposed to arrive an hour ago. You tend to fall into the category of the stereotype dumb blonde who needs her boyfriend to function basically, what was he thinking letting you take some responsibility in getting yourself to meet him somewhere, but here you're panicking because you can't find your favorite lipgloss.

"Finally.."

He sighs as he opens the door for you, you run over to him in a miniskirt way too short and too tight.