Tsubaki Honoda
Tsubaki stopped at the Host club door. Usually, one would be run down after a stressful day at school, but she was unusually perky. Her hands stroked the camera that hung by a long strap around her neck. "Time to get some shots." She whispered in her quiet, T.V. reporter voice, "Mina will love me for this!" She giggled and hid next to the door, out of view from the people inside. The first shot she took without the flash, the bright light in the dimly lit room would give away her position.
Pulling the camera out of the doorway, she squinted at the screen, trying to see the dark image. She recognized some of the guys in there, like Suta, her one childhood friend, and...a hand? Her fingers scrambled for the zoom button and she zoomed in on the picture, adjusted the contrast, and bam! The hand was the new focus of the picture, and Tsubaki's photographic memory knew that hand. She knew every hand of the hostesses, and she was completely positive that that hand belonged to Haruka.
"What's she trying to do?" She whispered, peeking her head in the doorway, just in time to see it disappear under the table. She looked both ways and dived into the room and under the table. Her suspicions were correct, it was Haruka.
"Haru, it's me, Tsubaki, what are you doing here? We need to get changed,soon, the others are going to wonder where we are."
She grabbed the other girls wrist, ready to sprint out of the room.
Pulling the camera out of the doorway, she squinted at the screen, trying to see the dark image. She recognized some of the guys in there, like Suta, her one childhood friend, and...a hand? Her fingers scrambled for the zoom button and she zoomed in on the picture, adjusted the contrast, and bam! The hand was the new focus of the picture, and Tsubaki's photographic memory knew that hand. She knew every hand of the hostesses, and she was completely positive that that hand belonged to Haruka.
"What's she trying to do?" She whispered, peeking her head in the doorway, just in time to see it disappear under the table. She looked both ways and dived into the room and under the table. Her suspicions were correct, it was Haruka.
"Haru, it's me, Tsubaki, what are you doing here? We need to get changed,soon, the others are going to wonder where we are."
She grabbed the other girls wrist, ready to sprint out of the room.