“Hm?” A shaky, unfamiliar voice interrupted her daze. A boy with greyish hair and eyes had walked up to her at some point, asking for directions. Smiling, she tried to set him at ease as she replied, “It’s at the top floor of this building. You can just follow these steps all the way up there, or you can use the elevator. I’m waiting for someone so I can't lead you there right away, but you don't mind waiting then you can follow me there.”

Hearing the door to the stairwell open, she reflexively turned to see who it was. The smile she had on grew a few inches when she recognized the person. [i]'Did I see it wrong or was Crash fixing his button?'[/i] The motion had been too fast for her to be sure, and her view was a little obstructed from the person in front of her. She hoped she didn't accidentally make him rush. But Crash didn't appear all that disheveled, so she assumed it was fine. [i]‘Red definitely suits him.’[/i] She thought, trying to appear as though she was staring at his general direction instead of at Crash himself. There was something oddly fascinating about his “clothes*” at that moment.

Luckily, he seemed a little preoccupied about apologizing to the boy in front of her. She noted how he seemed to touch the back his neck relatively often, recognizing the gesture from their first meeting near the auditorium and during their conversation in the cafeteria. [i]‘A nervous habit?’[/i] She guessed, thinking he probably shouldn't play poker or old maid if she was right.

Meeting his eyes, Kathy ended up blushing around the same time Crash did. It was partly because she was a little embarrassed from staring, but also partly because she saw him blush first. Why the second one mattered, she wasn’t sure. She barely noticed his stutter as she attempted to cool her cheeks down with her free hand. “Hey Crash,” She greeted, “Thanks. You do too.” Then realizing the red-and-dark-color scheme they both seemed to be working on, she let out a small laugh. “Look, we match.”

Having had time to let her embarrassed flush tone down to just a happy glow, she asked, “Stairs or elevator? I’ll follow where you go.”

[hider=*"Clothes"]“Clothes”: An excuse that translates to, “No, I was not staring at [i]you[/i] and how good you looked in semi-formal wear, it was the shirt. Yes, definitely the shirt.” ( ^_-)/[/hider]