Erich's request for her to dress up didn't fall on deaf ears even though Kristina was in the next room. The walls were so thin in the cheap student apartments. A request from a guy that she was interested in would not go ignored. As Kristina rummaged through her clothes she wondered just when she had taken an interest in Erich, or why even for that matter. He wasn't anything spectacular to look at even though he seemed nice enough.<br/><br/>"Help yourself to more coffee if you want," Kristina shouted through the wall to Erich in her kitchen as she searched for something nice to wear. It didn't take that long, at least by Kristina's reckoning for her to dress. When she emerged from her bedroom (that was now even messier than it had been after moving things around for the photo shoot), Kristina was clad in a charcoal grey knife-pleated mini-skirt, with a beige sleeveless crop (that didn't fully hide the vibrant pink of her bra), and pair of cream ankle-cuff pumps.<br/><br/>"Is this too much for brunch? There is a cute little Italian cafe just down the road. We could walk," Kristina said then looked at the pumps. "I hope," she had only worn them a few times and they were higher than most shoes that she was used to. They did make her long slender legs look even longer though.