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Weekends were the two only days that Yvette could manage to stuff more plans into. The rest of her days were being eaten up by Elizabeth's Secret. Even her weekends were partially eaten up by the lingerie store she was now employed by.

Yet, today, she had plans that did not involve schoolwork or a full day of work. She had talked to Melody, and they had set up a lunch date. For most people, it might not have been a big deal. Yet, Yvette was turning this ordeal into a big to-do.

She had planned to wear something very nice, since it sounded like parents were going to be around, but her clean laundry was running low. Sure, she could have asked Daddy to do her laundry for her, but since all of her clothing was homemade, it was usually best for Yvette to take care of that herself. Last thing she needed was for Daddy to accidentally put something in the washing machine that needed to be hand-washed. She could imagine the tears coming from the large man about how sorry and apologetic he was over ruining one of her beautiful pieces of clothing.

So the piece of clothing she decided to wear was a bit more revealing than some of her other outfits. Of course, Mrs. Ortiga found the outfit absolutely adorable, though the shy girl did manage to catch the whispers of "I am surprised you would wear such a thing, but it really does show off your assets." Of course, Yvette only responded with a blush, which led to her boss hugging her and spinning her about almost like a rag doll in her arms. It took an extra five minutes to get away from Mrs. Ortiga, but soon enough the girl had packed herself on the proper bus and was on her way to the Klein household.

After yet another unexciting bus ride, the girl wandered up to the door of the proper house, her indigo eyes simply staring as wide as they could open at the building in front of her. It was starting to become rather noticeable that she was the girl who had lots of rich friends, despite being so poor. She stood at the door, and before knocking or ringing the doorbell, paused to straighten out her jumpsuit a bit. It was a rather bright thing and seemed a bit retro with the basic colors mixed with white in rather strange patterns, but it was something the shy girl adored. She mussed for a moment with her headband, and then in a fashion that was very suiting for the quiet girl, she knocked on the door in a quiet manner.

Her eyes couldn't help but drift up at the building again. There was always that hint of jealousy over how many families seemed to be so well off in Destiny City, where her own was barely making ends meet. It was something she never confessed to anybody aloud. It was just a silent and somewhat petty emotion that lingered in her heart.

Of course, as she was still gawking over the house, that was the time when the door decided to open. Nonetheless to say, the moment the door opened, Yvette's eyes shot back to the entrance as her cheeks began to burn of a warm red blush. She attempted a smile, she really did, but more than anything, the girl just looked plain startled.

"Oh, um... hi!" she offered a bit lamely. Timidly, the girl shuffled in when her friend seemed to gesture for her to enter. As a delayed thought, the girl added "Um... th-thank you" to the compliment. The dark-haired girl remained close to her friend, still not feeling very familiar in this strange new setting. It was obvious she was not at ease, for she clung onto her purse, keeping it close against her body. Her deeply purple eyes did manage to notice the man who made himself visible, but being the shy one she was, she didn't say a word.

Being a good guest, the dark-haired girl shuffled on forward with her friend as introductions were made. In her tiny voice, she attempted to politely reply. "It is n-nice to meet you too, Mr. K-klein."

As she had been learning in work, usually you were supposed to look someone in the eye. She was trying, she really was. Yet, in all her uncertainties, her eyes had managed to find their way to her feet. Her shoes swiveled slightly on the floor.

"I... I um... I'm sorry I was a bit late..."

She had obviously been late. Yes, Yvette had obviously not been on time, thus why her friend was so eager to open the door.

Almost like a dog or a cat, when she was hugged, Yvette leaned right into it. Her eyes drifted up again, able to barely catch that gentle smile upon Mr. Klein's lips.

"Oh... um..." She gently pulled herself out of her friend's hugging arms. "I don't think I could call him Dad... since he isn't my daddy." Her cheeks, which had cooled slightly, once more flared up with a warm blush.

"Um um um... I think... I'll call him Jianyu... um... did I say that right?" She probably messed it up. It was a foreign name, so of course she messed it up. However, "Alex" just felt too informal. At least with a foreign name, it didn't feel that way. Though, of course, messing up a foreign name also probably didn't help any.

As Melody began to move towards the other room, Yvette skittered up close to her and stuffed her hand in her friend's. Melody was the only familiar thing in this place to the dark-haired girl, and she was going to be a bit clingy it would seem.

Even though Yvette knew how sweet Melody was, she couldn't help but misinterpret the harmless giggle. It meant that the dark-haired girl had messed up on the name, and probably pretty badly too if it was enough to cause her friend to giggle. And try as she might, the shy girl was never very good at hiding her embarrassment, her cheeks easily flushing a darker color.

"I... I promise I'll do better next time..." she almost seemed to apologize before letting her eyes wander around the inside of the house. It was almost sad how frequently the thought of "How many of my house could I stuff into this house" seemed to pop into the girl's head.

As she allowed Melody to lead the way to whichever room they would be going to next, she couldn't help but utter "You have a very nice home. It makes me kind'a jealous." In comparison to her own home, this place was not only huge, but absolutely elegant and well kept. In reality, it really wasn't that hard to outshine Yvette's home. Even if it was a dumpy little place to live with only 1 bathroom for 3 people to share, she still loved her home dearly. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone out of her way to get a job in the first place.

"Um... th-thank you for having me over, by the way.." Her timing was probably very off, and her attempt to stir up a bit of conversation was a bit lame, but that was how Yvette rolled.

"...are you sure? I really can try a-and do better." Yvette eased herself onto the couch, nodding her head at her friend's comment. "M-maybe... one weekend... I can invite you over for a sleepover? Though you might change your mind about a small house after visiting my place." She offered a small smile and a slightly nervous sounding chuckle and proceeded to fiddle with the beads hanging from her headband. Even though she made the suggestion, it was probably not going to happen for a long time. It sounded like Yvette was probably going to have to do some sort of summer school, so even with summer coming up, her schedule was still going to be very full.

Her purple eyes blinked a bit as the mention of beverages came up. "Um... anything that is sweet, I guess... oh! And no strawberries!" The small girl was well known for her allergy to strawberries, simply because she tended to make it well known. Even without the explanation of why she couldn't have strawberries, she offered a simple "Thank you, Jianyu." Her fingers finally retreated from the beads along her headband.

"So... um... how has school been?" Melody did go to the school that Mr. Weaver would have preferred for Yvette. It was always interesting to hear how things were at Crystal Academy. They were probably very different from how things were at Meadowview.

Even as Jianyu left the room, every so often, Yvette's fingers seemed to find comfort in playing with the beads dangling from her headband. Yvette was just chock full of bad habits at times.

"I-it isn't the same..." the girl quietly pointed out. "Y-you... you live on campus. I d-don't get to do that. I live with Mommy and Daddy." In Yvette's mind, she also pointed out several different ways things were different. There were no boys on campus, which was one of the main reasons why Mr. Weaver was such a fan of the school. There was less vandalism on campus. More than likely the bullying was not nearly as violent as it could get at Meadowview. There were so many differences, yet all sweet Yvette offered to the table was the one about living on versus off campus.

When Melody had finished her explanation, the dark-haired girl nodded her head gently. "I'm glad you have a good roommate." She had heard horror stories from people who went to college and got an absolutely inconsiderate roommate at the dorms. Yvette probably wasn't going to ever get such an experience. Best she was probably going to get was a community college experience, where she still lived at home. It was much better on her family's budget, that was for sure.

When prompted, the guest gave her own assessment of the school situation. "It's been busy! I'm trying to graduate this year, but it has been really hard to balance school and work lately!" Despite being so short and having a rather childish way of speaking at times, Yvette Weaver was 18 years old. She was a Senior in high school, or at least she should have been. That whole organ ring dilemma really had messed up her already lacking plans for the future. "There's been way too much makeup work, but it would be nice to be able to graduate this year."

She smiled softly, the edges of her tiny lips curling upward. "I-it's kinda nice having the afternoon off from studies though!"