come at me scrublord i'm ripped [fight club]

Zen grinned, expression fixed to a grin. She wasn't normally the trusting type but... It was hard to come by people so earnest. She felt her heart skip a beat. She covered her cheeks with her hands and looked down. "I-it's not that impressive, I mean there are so many witches in the academy, b-but I do try my best."

At the offer, Zen felt a bit happy that she was offering to hang out with her more. She nodded immediately. "Well, I'm bad at Athletics and human stuff. I'm sure you can help me in those areas." As if realizing something, Zen gasped, pulling out her phone. "Oh do you want my number? For... um. Studying purposes." Right. Studying purposes.

Zen took Olivia's phone and labeled her as "Olivia <3" in her contacts. She was smitten, it wasn't even funny. Like Olivia, she was mentally planning out a date too and hoping to god that Olivia would ask her. Maybe. She knew she should stay hyperfocused on her goals but... Gosh. She typed her number on Olivia's screen and handed it back to her with a wink.

"So... text me sometime~" she said, voice hopeful.

"All right!" Zen stood up and led Olivia to the door with an extra spring to her step. This was such a fantastic night. How could it get any better? She held the phone close to her heart, and before she closed the door, peeked through the small opening coyly. "I'll see you around, then~"