A slight blush filled the blonde's cheeks as Erich complemented Kristina. She giggled softly as Erich spun her in a circle, while her free hand moved down to hold the front of the skirt down as the centrifugal force of the spin made the skirt billow out, but despite her efforts, the back of the skirt still rose enough to flash her bright oink underpants. The spin in them shoes might have been more dangerous if Kristina hadn't danced ballet up until middle school.<br/><br/>It was strange, Kristina liked Erich, but she couldn't remember when she started to feel that way about him. She couldn't even recall the first time that they had met. Her mind did seem to highlight the facts that she did know about him (which was basically the classes that they shared). In many ways that conversation on the way to the Cafe Trevi was based on university life since that was what they both had in common. What they wanted to do in another year or two after graduation and so on.<br/><br/>"So what is with the whole vintage rock aesthetic?" Kristina teased referring to the clothes that she recalled seeing him in most of the time. "Please don't tell me them shirts are originals. That would make them, what, 30 years old?"