Vivio grunted when an elbow found its way into her stomach.  Her shirt was wrinkled enough without Aisha’s elbow in it.  Turning at her friend’s elated tone, she felt her already bad mood sink further at the sight of Isaac. Greeeaaattttt.  In contrast, Aisha was practically vibrating with excitement.  The blonde dully accepted the cash with one hand and the other was soon occupied with her no longer errant camera.  Well, no one ever got far in the world rejecting free cash.  She teased the lip of her purse open and dumped the cash inside.  Now what to do with the camera?<br/><br/>“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.”  Brown eyes flickered between the awkward male and her disinterested friend.<span style="font-style: italic">Camera. Photography project partner? Yes. Nothing compared to? Saturday Night? Yes.  He knows?!!!! Yes.</span>Her smile grew to proportions Vivio would have called terrifying, if the other girl had been paying attention.  Aisha leapt forward, linking her elbow with the sandy-haired male.  “My name’s Aisha! What’s yours? How do you know veeveeohhh?”  She drawled the name out enthusiastically, starting to drag him towards the school building with her.  “What grade are you in?  What classes do you take? Do you have a girlfriend?”  She pasted a cute smile on her face as she waited for her answers.<br/><br/>The camera didn’t really match her outfit for the day (“tourist” wasn’t really a good look, ever) but she didn’t want to carry it around all day.  Convenience or attempt at fashion?  Convenience or… With a heavy sigh, Vivio trailed after the other two students with her camera case in hand.  At least she didn’t have to see him until sixth period when they had photography class.  Thank god for him being a higher grade.  Someone shoved a flyer in her face and she took it irritably.  God, seven thirty am and people were throwing crap at her already.  Smoothing out the crumpled piece of paper, she felt herself freeze.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Humans And Parahuman Peaceful co-Existence</span></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">HAPPE</span> is an organization dedicated to the peaceful co-existence of humans and parahumans…</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Her hand clenched around the flyer.  Was this some sort of effing joke?  She leveled a glare on the way-too-cheerful Aisha.  If that brat had known anything about this first and hadn't told her…