Vicky was packing a bag with her clothes. She was emptying the whole closet. She heard footsteps, and saw Connor walking up the stairs.
"Max called. We need to go to Raina Corps," Connor said.
"Right now?" Vicky asked.
"The sooner we get things over with, the better," Connor replied.
"Okay! But I'm not going to Raina Corps dressed like this," Vicky said.
"I'll be in the car, hurry up," Connor said. He smiled, and then said, "Don't overdress."
"You haven't even seen my actual style of clothes," Vicky said.
"You have a style of clothes?" Connor asked.
"Hey I like dressing up too okay. Makes me feel nice," Vicky said.
"I really want to see this 'style' now. I know you hated those clothes your mother used to make you wear," Connor said.
"Okay! Enough talking, now go. I have to change," Vicky said. Connor nodded, walked downstairs.
