Between the pause of Kori asking for the folder and Dark finally agreeing to hand it over, Kori was starting to doubt whether she even would. The two were nowhere near close; Dark had no real reason to be trusting of her, or at least not yet. Figuring that she may have overstepped her bounds slightly, the redhead was just about to withdraw her request when to her surprise, her companion placed the folder in her palm.<br/><br/>"Oh, thanks," Kori said as she drew the black folder closer to her, a slight smirk. "For a while there, I was starting to think you'd say no. Which I guess would have been cool too," she shrugged. Cautious to respect Dark's wishes and not view the last three pages, Kori began browsing through the short stories within. With each page, she realized what a knack Dark had for writing. She was admittedly no Dickens, but she was good enough to keep her captivated. For the entire duration of the first story, Kori was drawn in, face buried in the pages. She was about to turn the next story when the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. Korina groaned, rolling her eyes at the sound. "Well, there goes our fun afternoon," she said with a sigh. She stood up slowly, closing the folder in the process. The redhead looked down at Dark, offering her a hand up. "Come on, it's about time we get outta here."