Staring at Takuya’s bright face, Femi found herself smiling in return. Her eyes twinkled merrily and her own face lit up as she turned to him.
"Shall I walk you to your table?"
He had jubilantly and gentlemanly spoke, reaching a hand out to her. She couldn’t help but laugh as she noticed his charming smile. Giggling, the Egyptian princess took his hand and teasingly said, “Why kind sire, I will be glad to accompany you to the breakfast table!” She had tried to mimic one of those girls that they had studied in their history class. Those who are in medieval era if she had remembered correctly… With her hand gathering the sides of her skirt, she made a simple-mock curtsy and grinned at him.
Femi took his outstretched hand on her right hand with her bag into the other and dragged the brown-haired boy downstairs. Eyeing her classmate and resident closest friend, she studied his expression. It had surprised her. With the way she seemed to be in a playful mood today of all times. The smile never got off her face and the only thing she can think of was to make the person besides her do the same. It was a good thing that Takuya is feeling chirpy. Else he might mistake her playfulness in a different light. Femi doesn’t really want to create an awkward situation between them. After all, during the six months with his company, she had grown fond of his presence.
They shared a lot of memories that she just can’t forget rather easily. For example, just like yesterday’s scene. What happened last night was their secret. That was it. And they wouldn’t dwell that much about happenings like that.
The lack of sleep had been disregarded in favor of facing another new day in a happy mood. She was rather glad that it worked well in their favor (even if they are somewhat sleepy).
They are expected to be at school for this day--- later on actually. And while she enjoyed schooling, there is really just several times wherein she’d rather stay at home and lie in all day.
Still slightly dragging Takuya towards the dining room, she immediately smelled the delicious scent of breakfast wafting from over the room. She reflexively let go of the boy’s hand and went to Takuya’s mother. She smiled widely as she addressed the older woman (who is someone that became her mother figure here at Japan). Mrs. Sanada is really a caring and interesting person. She never failed to make the black-haired teenager all warmhearted and gooey every time they talk.
“Good morning Mrs. Sanada!” Her voice was cheerful and lively. Kissing the woman on the cheeks, she then pointed to the selection of food on the table, “the breakfast looks delicious as usual!”
“Let’s eat Takuya!” She shamelessly invited, turning to the one she forcibly pulled downstairs once she had seated and took hold of the fork and spoon.
‘It was truly a great blessing to be included in a family like this!’ She thought still emanating a bright aura as she ate quietly.
After a while, when their both done, she faced Mrs. Sanada- who had eaten with them along with the other members of the family and beamed, “We will be leaving after cleaning up. Thank you for this wonderful meal!” She courteously turned to the others and asked for those who were done. Once she collected everything, she went to the kitchen and promptly washed the dishes.
This was her daily routine and though she had a hard time before, she was really thankful that she learned how to wash dishes better. Nowadays instead of breaking a lot more of plates than washing them, she had absolutely known more and would seldom break plates and glasses.
After finishing all of this, she arranged her clothing and her things, and gazed expectantly at Takuya from where she had found him last.
“Let’s go to school now?” She inquired, cutely tilting her head to the side. Femi lightly tugged his hands and half-dragged and half-pushed him towards the door. “Let’s go!” She continued, energetically tugging onto his hands.
