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Iris had not even fully entered the building before she was greeted by another girl with a french accent. For some reason, seeing the womans thick brown locks made her reach up and touch her blonde hair, wondering how the girl's hair looked so nice. She shrugged off the jelous twinge she felt and closed the door behind her as she finished walking through the door. Sophia was her name. It was fitting with her obvious french accent that only made the girl seem even more beautiful than Iris was. 

Wait... where the hell was this sudden jelousy comming from? Iris wasn't one to worry about her looks, as she was quite content with them.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she looked around the dimly lit room, not yet answering the girl who introduced herself. She moved the black umbrella that was giving her shade and closed it, deeming the room dark enough for her to feel comfortable. Folding the umbrella up, she placed it at the side of the door before moving over to the girl who sat at the bar. Iris took a seat next to her, pointedly ignoring the outstretched had that was extended to her and eyed the woman for a moment before introducung herself.

[color=PaleGreen]"Iris... my name's Iris. I was more forced to come here rather than persuaded... and I suppose we are the first ones here."[/color] she paused and looked at the other girl for a second longer before reaching out to touch a bit of the girls hair, taking a thin cluster in her fingers and twirling it. She said nothing, just examined the brown lock of hair and admiring how smooth it was. Then she would let it go and touch her own hair. It too was soft, but not as thick and shiny as Sophia's. Why was that?

[color=PaleGreen]"How do you get your hair like that?"[/color] she asked, wanting to know the woman's secret. 

The obvious fact that this girl was really attractive made Iris wilt a little as she couldn't help but compare her body with that of the other girls. The french girl had longer legs than her, clearly taller, she had nice tanned and glowing skin that made Iris look like a corpse in her paleness, and the bitch even had bigger breasts than her. Perhaps all those things had something to do with the sun....right? Sun-kissed. That was a thing. Iris was sooo far from sun-kissed.

Boy, did she already want to go home.

She had to find something else to look at before the girl assumed she was attracted to her or something. A scowl formed on her face though as she realized there was no way out of this conversation now that she had responded. She was anticipating the girl launching into some kind of self praising rant since Iris had complimented her. Where the hell was Erik anyway? If he was here, maybe she could avoid a conversation by pretending to be here just to see him. Trying not to make it known she was uncomfortable with holding a conversation, she forced a small smile and just bit down on her resolve to sit through it.

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Erik stood at the streetlight outside the Bakery that was run by Iris's family and waited patiently for her to come out, not knowing she had already left prior to his arrival. He had a feeling she may need a bit more convincing to show up to the school. After waiting for a while, he decided there was no trouble in going in. When he passed through the door, a small bell jingled annoyingly and he resisted the urge to immediately stop the sound by crumpling the thing. Taking the few strides to the front counter, he gave a smile to the older gentleman who he assumed to be her dad. 

[color=DarkCyan]"Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for Iris, is she here?"[/color] he asked in his polite voice. His smile dropped when the man shook his head and told him that Iris had left about an hour ago. Nodding, he looked over to the menu and thought it a good idea to buy something. The Vatrushka he had the week prior was really good. After a moment of pondering he decided on a sandwhich displayed as a special.

[color=DarkCyan]"Can I order.... "[/color] he paused, thinking of ordering something for all the students he hoped were supposed to be arriving. Also, Logan along with himself would probably eat three each. Not Charles. He'd probably barely finish one. The sissy.

Wait... could he tell what Erik was thinking?

He was brought out of his thoughts when the man cleared his throat, gesturing to the few people behind him. 

[color=DarkCyan]"Ah, right. I'll take... a dozen of your turkey subs, with everything on them."[/color] After he paid, he moved out of the way of the line and went to sit in the same spot he did a week before, waiting for his order to be finished. Absently he removed his coin from his pocket and began rolling it over his fingers as he waited, soon becoming lost in thought.