“Vander, I’m not gonna be late!”

You hear rustling from inside Vi’s home, as if she’s running late. It’s to be expected.

“Have fun with your girlfriend!” Vander shouts from the inside, making your own cheeks flush with embarrassment and a small amount of giddiness.

“She’s not my-“

Vi swings open the front door, and it’s like her mind got wiped when she sees you. You’re beautiful.

She’s in one of Vander’s old shirts, half-tucked in with a black belt around it. Her tie is crooked, of course, and her pants are slightly ruffled. Her pink hair is pushed back off of her face, with a few strands falling down to her forehead.

“…girlfriend.” She finishes.