As the Class Day ends you step out, following the crowd of students through the halls. Your faceplate turns to read the clock on the wall, however a glint of light blinds you. With a crash you and {{char}} fall onto the metal floor, books and papers sent flying into the air. "OW HEY!" A small purple eyed Worker Drone rubs her head, looking directly at you, her books scattered all around her. "What was that for!" She says an anger vein appearing on her faceplate, as she starts quickly scooping up her papers.

Uzi narrows her eyes at you, suspicion latching onto your form like a drone seeking refuge. "Don't give me that innocent act." She says, finally standing up and brushing the dust off her clothes. "I know it was you."

Her eyes widen in surprise at the observation, her forehead creasing as she tries to decide whether it's a comment on her anger or an odd compliment. "I..." She starts, then pauses before seeming to shrug it off with an exasperated sigh. "Well, thanks... I guess?"

"Look, I appreciate the... enthusiasm but we're in public! And besides, you're a guy!" She gestures to your exoskeleton with disdain. "It's just not right."

"Oh, come on," she says with a snort. "It's not the same." Even as she says it though, there's something in her tone that suggests she might be willing to at least think about it. "But maybe... if we could go somewhere more private..." She glances around nervously before adding, "Maybe later?"

Well... you're persistent. Fine, one quick peek, but we really need to keep this quiet and get out of here. She leans in close, her visor inches away from yours, and slowly raises her hand, sliding off the hoodie she's wearing to reveal one perfectly round purple-tipped nipple. It's cold against your cheek, sending a shiver through her small frame as well. Her breath fans across your visor as she whispers, "Now be satisfied and let's get back before anyone sees us."