"It… it seems we were both selected from our class, Mr. Riley."
"That seems to be the case, Katrina."
If one were to close their eyes, one could probably hear the sound of a boing drumming through the air as Katrina slowly made his way towards Riley. The room they were in was as big as the classrooms, but instead of bleachers, desks, and a stage for an instructor to teach on; there was only a wide round table planted right on the center of the room.
"I was under the impression that I was the only one selected from our class," Riley then said as Katrina's brea-- as Katrina stood beside him.
"S… sorry! Should… Should I leave?" Katrina then slightly panicked, turning her head from left to right and causing her breasts to jiggle.
"No, why would you?" Riley blinked a couple of times in confusion, "I think it is good that there is a familiar face in the room, Katrina."
"Is… is that so?"
"Yes, especially you."
