Erin: Garrett? You mean Garrett Young?

Erin raises an eyebrow, dubious. Keira misses her expression altogether, intentionally focused on the contents of her locker instead.

Keira: Uh…maybe?

Erin: Pretty boy with the man-bun, right?

Keira lurches suddenly at Erin’s words, embarrassed by her frankness.

Keira: Y-Yeah, ah, that’s him.

Erin leans against the locker next to hers as Keira shuts the door.

Erin: I’d nip that in the bud if I were you,  sweetie. He’s…not your type.