nd the pressure was about to crush her windpipe. The pressure was about to compress her lungs, her chest rising in a crescendo. She co

d falls to the floor with a loud thud. Wincing due to the impact she made with the ground, she sits up and massages her cheeks and knees, using her other hand t

finally picked the call, "Don't tell me you're still

to take a shower when your call came in," she grumbled, gettin

e key to the front door of the house. She scurried down the stairs without bothering if she tripped over anything; she walked into the kitchen and g

s of juice and also trying to swallow

e breakfast b

shouted out, with some toast still in her mouth,

ed and chewed back then. Mrs. Hayashi smiled softly, knowing she'd ma

*

be, can you get me a coffee? I promise to pay you back whe

lose to the train station. On getting the coffee, she got to the station on time. She was lucky to get th

nd sat on the nearest seat close to her, pulling on her earphones, scrolling through her phone to see

"where's He?" she asked, breathing fast, dropping the c

i said, stating the obvious, even if she was

down," she replied sarcastically, changing into

hasn't come to work yet, so you're

room, she turned back. "I also checked i

something meaningful,' she murmured, w

the most delicious pastries in town and it was always recommended to tourists, hence the crowd, during the morning and afte

spered excitedly, still tapping Lucinda's arm. She was well aware of Kei since he walked in,

misu with a milkshake?" He asked. Lucind

se?" she paused for a moment, smiling to herself, and she wanted to

g, 'I'll give you an answer when you've gotten your order.' Smiling at the message, he takes the napkin along and takes a sit at the table beside the glass…. Lucinda went over to him with his order and she replied, "Here you go sir,

ng on, "sorry I never got your name," h

," she replied, he let her han

e muttered to himself, not wanting to make it look like he was eager to take her to dinner…. She'd finally walked out by 8

in response. They walked down to the place he had in mind in silence. It wasn't far fr

et carried away with the thought of having dinner with her. It would take time to gain her trust i

tude. They got to the restaurant, he'd already booked a space for th

d was the pages of the menus being turned, it was mind bugging. "So, how have you be

n with a notepad, ready to take their orders. "I'll have some tonkatsu, miso soup and ya

nlike the other girls his mother introduced him to, he likes a woman who isn't afraid of her appetite.

appetite f

ked at him, slightly off

t, I'm so sorry," he said, fumbling for the words, feeling guilty for making

a lot of food and they have a nice appetite." He smiled awkwardly at her, hoping that she'd understand

asked, just to be s

eathed a sigh of relief. 'one point for him'

*

to her front door, not knowing what else to do, he patted her on the head, "