"First" Meeting
~Info-Chan's Pov~
I sighed. It was another borring Thursday in my room after school. There was 20 minutes still left in club time, but I'm already done. I could always text Ayano-Chan, talk to her for the rest of the day. No, I've texted her a lot this week, I don't want to come off as obsessive. Well I am obsessive, but she doesn't have to know that.
What else could I do? I could always see if I have a panty shot of Ayano. "Nope, nope, nope getting that thought out of my head." I said to myself. That would be just perverted. Besides, anyone who tried taking a picture like that of Ayano, would probably be dead. Besides I'm not that obses- ok I am that obsessive. But I'm not suicidal, probably.
Just about when I had given up on finding something to do, someone knocked on my door. I instantly pulled up camera footage on my computer. Ayano was outside. I mentally squealed. I may get to talk to her after all! "Knock knock! Who the hell's there?" She peeked through the curtains. "Oh so this is where you stay Pervert." I blushed, not that she'd notice. My room was way to dark. I pulled out my phone and texted.
Why are you here?
She rolled her eyes. "Hey! I'm right here in person! Wanna actually talk?"
Nope.
I would've loved speaking to her, but odds are she'd recognize my voice. "Well gee how nice." she scowled. "I'm going to be the cause of your death."
Sure ok. So why are you hear?
"I wanted to see what this room is for. No one is ever in it during class. Although it makes sense you would be in a dark ominous room trying to look tough."
Cause I'm a student dummy. Now if you have nothing else, stop being an asshole and just leave.
"You know what? Fine. I have something else." She took out her phone and snapped a picture and sent it to me. I gave an annoying smirk sending a reply.
I don't know what you're trying to send me.
Yes you fucking do.
I sighed and sent her the information. It was a screen with a silhouette and mostly blanks where there would be information.
Trying to look up my information? Don't bother. There is nothing you need to know about me. You're a client, and I'm a provider. That's all we need to know about each other.
She gave me a look of hatred and walked away. It was awfully funny messing with her. She looked so adorable when angry at me.