Her sister was waking up to her girlfriend. Her best friend was recording for his podcast. Her other best friends were packing up to move off campus. Finally, her girlfriend had left a note before leaving.

'4 Job interviews today. Wish me luck.

-Blake'

Ruby set the sticky note down. Back on the dresser where she found it. One second later, she was pulling a whiskey bottle up. Under her mattress next to a gin bottle.

A few sips to start her morning off. It still stung her throat a bit. But it wasn't the taste she liked about it; though it helped. The few minutes after it went down. That's why whiskey had become Rose's go-to morning breakfast.

Now, she had to cook herself breakfast. Nothing to keep her company but the sound of the skillet frying. The smell of the eggs and bacon did help wake her up a little more. The fork scrambling the eggs wasn't as pleasant.

Ruby was, to be Frank, numb. She was awake eating her breakfast. Fully aware as she scrolled through social media. But, she was not engaged in any of it. Not like she used to be.

She couldn't hear Yang's laugh if she shaped the food in a funny way. Weiss wasn't across from her to complain about her still having her pj's on at 8 am. Blake didn't give her a good morning kiss. Not even a good night kiss.

It was her, her phone, and a glass of water. If you walked into the room, you'd think it was water anyway.

"Maybe I should look at work."

-Meanwhile-

Pyrrha stepped out of Jaune's jeep. Her heels left an audible clicking sound against the sidewalk. She checked her business suit one more time in the window. The skirt was ironed, the blazer was lint free, and her shirt was buttoned up properly. She looked good, but Jaune knew that it would help if she heard it.

"They're a fool if they don't hire you," he said, patting her back.

"Thanks, sweetie." Pyrrha kissed his cheek leaving a red lipstick mark. Arc's cheek then tried to camouflage the makeup but was a shade short. "You're never gonna get used to me flirting, are you?"

Bashful, "You're perfect. Of course I'm not!"

"Jaune." Pyrrha scoffed, "Come on now."

He spoke with a bit of disappointment, "I know, but can you blame me?"

Even the giggle she let out was adorable.

"You're my girl and I love you Pyrrha. Hopefully, one day I can marry you."

Pyrrha shoved her folder against Jaune's chest. It was as if Jaune's blush had jumped from him to her. This time, the face reached the same shade as her lipstick.

"Jaune!"

"Ow! What I do?"

"Don't tell me that!" Nikos paced back and forth, fanning her face, "I need to focus on my interview and now I'm gonna have that in my head!"

"Oh!" Jaune realized, "Uh, calm down?"

Breathing heavily, "I am calm!" Jaune began to rub her shoulders trying to ensure just that. She took some more deep breaths clenching her resume & references.

Amused, "Did having my last name fluster you that much?"

Pyrrha buried her face in the folder, "That's not helping!"

"Sorry." Jaune backed off, "You want me to do anything?"

"No, driving me was enough." Nikos fixed her blazer and walked toward the door. "I don't just mean the Jeep." She had one hand on the handle and used her other hand to blow Jaune a kiss. "See you in an hour." Pyrrha followed her simplistic flirt with a wink and stepped inside.

Neither adult saw the other blushing like children.

Like a child, Jaune couldn't wait for thirty minutes without some form of interaction. But, instead of just watching a video on his phone, or checking on his podcast statistics, he brought out his violin. It's not that he couldn't waste his time on social media. It's just that, well, there was a crying child with ice cream on their shoes.

So imagine you're Pyrrha. You've just come out of an interview for a security position. In front of you is your boyfriend. Not only is he loitering, but playing music for a bunch of children and their parents, causing them to become loiterers as well.

She thought about what a good guy she had. How he always tried even when things got hard. How works until he's mastered a craft. She thought about this goof with untied shoes and a captive audience.

Maybe taking his last name wasn't so bad.

End