"Shit, you're right."

Hailey knocks back the last of her coffee, sets the mug back down, and stands up. A quick lunge to the corner of the room gets her backpack, then she gives Sara a shoulder-squeeze and Maeve a hair-ruffle on the way to the door. "See you!"

Cyra hurriedly finishes her food while Emi scarfs down the last of hers, and the older girl hurries her younger sister out the door, grabbing her bag for her as they go.

"Yikes, I thought we had more time! Thanks!"

And off they head to the bus stop. Luckily, it's not far from their building.

Only a minute later, the girls make their way onto their bus and Cyra sits down, breathing out a heavy sigh of relief. That was a lot closer than she likes to call it, but sometimes time just slips out from under you.

Hailey relaxes a bit against Cyra as they settle onto the bus, but her eyes still track the motions of all the other students, subtly guarded now that they're in public. 

"Wha'cha think the new routine's gonna be in dance?"

She threads an arm around her girlfriend's waist and hums thoughtfully.

"Mmm… Good question."

Cyra looks back to her other side, quickly checking on her sister while she thinks.

Emi is happily scribbling diagrams and details in her notebook. She looks happy, and only occasionally annoyed when the bus goes over a particularly egregious bump.

"We've got a few big options this year—I know we're doing more Jazz soon, but maybe not this soon. I kind of hope they touch on classic partner dancing again a bit, even if it isn't really what our class is focused on."

"That would be fun. Sweep you across the room in a waltz or something."

She throws Cyra a grin, eyes continuing to dance across the entire population of the bus, including Emi. Guard coming down is a thing for environments she controls, and this sure as shit ain't that.

"I'm personally really looking forward to the final project this year. Definitely pairing up with you."

Cyra grins back at Hailey. "Sweep me? Who says you'd lead~?" she says teasingly.

Then she pauses and giggles, giving away the joke.
"I'd like that too though. You'll be fun to work through the choreo with, and there's nobody I'd rather plan a routine around."

Hailey snickers. "Maybe we'll trade off. Or maybe we'll dance a duel for it."

Cyra grins again, leaning over in her seat and pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's cheek.

"I'd like that."

Hailey blushes very faintly and smiles, bringing Cyra's hand to her lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it as she keeps an eye on everything.

The bus ride passes uneventfully, and soon all the teens are exiting the buses and heading up to the doors of the school.

The morning bus from the girls' end of town arrives 15 minutes before the school doors open, so while Cyra and Hailey are waiting out front, Emi gives her sister a quick hug and hurries off around the building to check on the garden out back.

Cyra leans against the doors and smiles at Hailey. It's annoying that they have this wait, but she's not going to complain about time she gets to spend with her girlfriend.

Hailey leans against Cyra and watches the world cautiously. Other students mill about, and her eyes track them. A little smile curls her lips, through the guard. These little moments with Cyra always bring that out in her.

A black Impala pulls up in the student lot a few minutes later, and a blonde gets out, laughing. "Okay, we definitely can't let him cook for at least a week."

"Hehehe, yeah, it was so bad." A shorter, black-haired and red-tipped girl gets out of the passenger side, throwing a backpack over her shoulder. The pair head over toward the doors. "Hi Hailey, Cyra!"

"Hey girls, how was the weekend?"

Cyra sighs. "Exhausting! Some of the adoption paperwork got misfiled and we had to go in-person to get it fixed. Mom helped, but they needed a bunch of things from Hailey or else it was going to be a problem."

She sighs again, letting her head fall back against the glass door of the building.

"But we got it done before the end of Sunday, so we at least got some peace and quiet to ourselves."

She looks over at their friends.

"How about you? Anything notable, beyond the apparently terrible food?"