Oleg sighed and let Milla go. He was not really expecting things to go much differently, although he had hoped. It was not easy to see everyone the way they were, and Milla was someone he had some fondness for. And she was a friend of a friend, maybe even a friend herself. The big guy was not sure how to look at her. He got up slowly, and went back into the changeroom. Oleg finished changing, pulling on socks, his size 24 boots, and a t-shirt. He collected his gym stuff and went to his locker, stowing it all away.<br/><br/>Finding the school's pay phone, he sorted out enough change to give Layla a call. Although Milla said she needed time alone, he was not so sure that would be the best thing for her. It seemed like the sort of time when a friend was needed. And as far as Oleg knew, Milla had no better friend than Layla. The big guy punched in the young woman's cell number - it would be the easiest way to reach her, even though he did not know she had left for the day. Walking around the halls randomly searching was not going to get results in any meaningful timeframe.<br/><br/>Oleg leaned against the wall and waited for the phone to try to connect.