Kat sighed heavily after sending the text and launched the app for Uber, assuming that Diego wouldn’t be working at the moment. The closest driver to her location was someone named Bianca, according to the pop-up on the grid map. After agreeing to be picked up by Bianca, Kat set her phone down to collect her stuff and pack everything up, realizing that check out was at 11:00 AM.<br/><br/>A text notification chimed while she was zipping up her bag and Kat looked at the preview banner to read whatever it said promptly. However, she had to launch her messages in order to read the whole thing. Sitting herself on the bed, she thumbed through her text messages and read Diego’s latest. She blinked at the words on the screen as she tried to understand them.<br/><br/>He was offended that she paid him for money at all, not about the amount, apparently. Kat furrowed her brows and let out a low scoffing sound. Here, she thought that paying him was a nice gesture. But, evidently, it was what caused him to storm out. She couldn’t help but to smile faintly as she realized how very wrong she had gotten things. With a roll of her eyes, she wrote back a reply, then left the hotel.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">I’m all for sex workers, but I don’t need to pay for sex.</span>​</div><br/>Kat tossed her back into the backseat of the Uber, then climbed in afterward, shutting the door behind her. She mostly just stared at the scenery as her driver took her to her location. It was a good thing she selected the option ‘no talking, please’ on the Uber app. In this time, she needed to be left with her own thoughts.<br/><br/>After a little drive, she was back at Raft University. Kat walked herself to the information center and rang the bell that was sitting on the counter, even though someone was standing right there. The woman with her hair in a tight bun chuckled softly, and ducked her head down to make sure Kat could see her, waving. “Yes, h-how can I help you?”<br/><br/>“I need to know which dorm Diego Silva is in.” Kat didn’t ask, she matter of factly spoke. The woman perked a brow at Kat in response to that. “Well, I’m afraid I’m not allowed to give out that information freely.” The woman said. “Well, I need to know where he is,” Kat demanded, flashing her phone screen, where a receipt for a tuxedo rental was showing.<br/><br/>“I need to return the suit he rented the other day, or I’ll be charged a late fee. And if I don’t get it back in time, I’ll make sure that Raft foots the bill.” Now it was Kat’s turn to perk her brows as she waited for the information center employee to figure out what to do next. The poor girl was stunned at first, and then hesitated, but swiveled her computer screen.<br/><br/>“Fine, there’s his dorm room number, okay?” She muttered, before turning the computer screen again and quickly closing the window down. Kat nodded and put her phone back into her purse again. “Thank you.” With that, Kat sauntered away and walked down to Bush Hall, a smirk on her face because of the euphemism.<br/><br/>Once she reached Diego’s dorm room, she knocked on the door impatiently and waited for his reply.<br/>When it didn’t come right away, she figured maybe he chose not to open the door, and was just staring at her through the peephole. “What?” Kat asked, assuming he was looking at her through the small hole in the door. That’s where she focused, anyway. “You forget that we go to the same school?” She questioned.<br/><br/>“Look, I didn’t mean for you to take it how you took it…” Her voice was raised so that she could be heard even through a shut door. And her amplified voice, for better or worse, grabbed the attention of others. Nearby doors started opening and people started peeking out to better hear what was going on.<br/><br/>“I know you were my escort, not a literal escort, and I wasn’t trying to be insulting with the bonus money, I was actually trying to be nice. I figured it was like an extra little thank you for a very nice evening.” She took a pause to sigh, placing one hand on her hip, as her other rested against the wall.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, Diego. I only paid you that money because that’s what I do. You know? I pay for favors from people. Not…<i>that</i>particular favor, usually. And that’s what I sort of thought it was, last night; you doing me the favor of capping off the night in the best possible way. Even though I never asked you for that part of it in the first place. Which was why I thought I should give you a little extra...”