Wearing a black halter dress, Kathy stared at her reflection in a full-length mirror as she fumbled with the clasp of a silver chain necklace. On the chain dangled a miniature pocket watch, acting as a practical pendant that hung just a few centimeters below her collar bone. [i]‘About an hour left.’[/i] She thought, reading the time from the reflected face of the pocket watch.

Getting out her phone, she pulled up her contact list and pressed the most recently added name: ‘Crash’.
[quote]Meet you by the staircase at the second floor of the dorm building?[/quote]
Confirming that she sent the text, she left her room and walked up the stairs to the second floor. 

Leaning against the railings, she watched as a decent number of people chose to use the stairs over the elevator. More students passed by than she would had expected, evidently headed to the party on the top floor based on their attire and/or excited chatters. She would have thought that an hour was a bit early, but it seemed that people were eager to get the party started. Staring up at the ceiling, Kathy let her mind wander as she waited patiently with her phone in her hand for a reply back or for Crash himself to show up in person.