Aoi was admiring Keito. He was really handsome in his black coat and tie. He looked so gentlemanly but then she had been just staring at him for an hour now. They’d even finished their food and yet he still hadn’t talk to her. She was getting bored.
She tapped him on the arm. Keito finally looked at her.
“Aren’t we going to dance?” she asked.
The couples are already out there dancing and she had been very eager to do so, too. Miharu and Yuto were already at the dance floor and enjoying themselves while she was here waiting for him to ask her.
“You go,” he replied.
“What?” she couldn’t believe that he actually said that. “Why did you ask me here in the first place?” she asked.
Keito looked at her. “Miharu asked me to date you,” he said tactly.
They looked at Miharu who was enjoying herself with Yuto.
“And I am actually excited for this night?” Aoi was really disappointed. He was stupid after all.
She ran towards the garden, and sat on the swing. She felt a lump in her heart. Is this really how a broken hear should feel? She thought.
She looked beside her. Inoo Kei was seated on the other swing. She beamed. Nobody was with him.
“Inoo Kei, can I have this dance?” Aoi asked extending her hand.
Kei looked at her and stood up, “Gomenasai,” that was all and he was gone.
Aoi was left thunderstruck in her foot.

Kei was walking on the fifth floor. The party was three floors below. He was not that enthusiastic with formal occasions so he just roamed around. He hasn’t seen Ryosuke for a while. The guy said that he’ll just be changing his clothes but he was gone far too long. He felt out of place there. The guys had their own partner to take care of while he was alone. In fact, he was the only one alone. He didn’t know how that happened.
The other day, they were all single and yet he felt that tomorrow some of them might even have a girl friend. Kei sighed, “why is it only me?” he asked loudly. He should have grabbed his chance on Aoi when she asked him out earlier, but then she already had Keito. He frowned.
He didn’t notice the woman in front of him.
The woman held a dirty cloth on him so that he won’t bump on her.
Inoo looked at her, at the cloth and his coat. “What the…”
The woman stared at him, “You are on the way, you are not on earth,” she said in broken Japanese.
The woman passed his way, and stopped on one of the sculptures. She cleaned the statue using the cloth.
“Hey, are you a maid here? I am a guest, you should pay respect and at least look for a way to clean my suit,” Kei said angrily at the insolence of the woman.
The woman looked his way. She was pretty and her eyes are very innocent. She had a long curly brownish to blonde hair.
She stared at him. I am not a maid here,” she clarified.
“Eunice, why are you here?” It was Yamada’s head butler, Hanazawa-san. “Ah, Inoo-sama, I guessed you already met my daughter, Eunice.” He introduced. Then he looked at Kei’s coat. “What happened to you?”
“Your daughter thought that I am a statue and she tried to wipe me with that cloth,” Kei pointed at the cloth in Eunice’s hands.
“Ah, sumimasen, Inoo-sama. I’ll just get a new coat and I’ll also ask a maid to clean that for you,” Hanazawa-san helped take Kei’s coat and walked away.
“What in the world are you doing?” Kei asked Eunice who returned in cleaning one of the statues.
“I’m bored so I am cleaning.” She answered without looking at him.
“I thought you are not a maid then why are you doing that?”
“The maids here didn’t know how to clean the statues properly, so here I am cleaning them. Antique statues are very sensitive, you know. If you leave a single dust on the unseen places, it can eat the color and these statues are all hand painted so they are very delicate,” she explained.
“How did you know that?” Kei asked.
“I am studying arts in England.”
Kei opened his mouth in shock. He was amazed at his find.
“Do you dance?” he asked.
Eunice looked at him. Her cute round eyes stared at him in scrutiny, “Why?”
“Coz, I am inviting you to the party downstairs,” he said.
Eunice smiled at him, “I am part of our university’s dance troupe.” She said.

Yuri stared at Kyoumi. They’ve been together the whole night but she had been so quiet ever since. She didn’t even try to hug him or hold his hand or steal a kiss from him. Was she being true to her words? What was bothering her?
Yuri should have been thankful but yet he was not used to it. He was used to seeing a very cheerful Kyoumi and not this Kyoumi.
She just took his hand only when he offered a dance to her but she let go after one song.
“Are you alright?” Yuri asked.
Kyoumi smiled at him and nodded then she went back to sipping her drink quietly.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked. She nodded her head to him.
“I’ll just get some fresh air,” she stood up.
“I’ll go with you,” Yuri said also standing up.
“No need.” Kyoumi walked away. Yuri followed her anyways.
Kyoumi stopped at the balcony of the hotel. She had her back on Yuri. Her long curly brownish hair was flowing on the wind. She was very beautiful tonight in her long flowing white gown. Her silky smooth skin competed with the satin of her dress. She looked like a goddess in the night, shining brightly.
Yuri sighed heavily and walked towards her. He put his arms on the railing on each side of her. She was pinned in front of him.
Yuri felt her gasped. He put his face on her bare shoulders. “You shouldn’t wear this kind of dress, it reveals so much skin,” he commented and nuzzled on her neck.
He hugged her to him and let his lips rest near the pulse in her neck. She smelled of morning dew. He inhaled her scent.
“Yuri, let go,” he heard her say quietly but he didn’t. He even held her tightly. “I said let go!” she exclaimed.
Yuri was shocked but he let her go. She walked away from him, but he was sure, he saw tears coming from her eyes.

Miharu and Yuto had fun dancing on the dance floor. It was Miharu’s first time to enjoy such party. They both smiled at each other before going back at their table.
“I’ll just go to the comfort room,” Yuto told her.
Miharu looked around. She couldn’t find Aoi anywhere. “Where is Aoi?” she asked Keito who was the only one left in their table.
“I don’t know,” he answered.
Miharu looked at him in awe. “You don’t know where your date is?” she asked in disbelief.
“I am not the one who wanted to date her in the first place,” he retorted.
“You…!” Miharu wanted to curse the guy. He was just so insensitive. “Then why did you asked her out?”
“You told me to,” he said in a matter-of-factly tone and looked at her.
“If you didn’t want to, then you could just leave her alone,” Miharu said. She was terribly angry now.
Keito stared at her. “You look very beautiful tonight,” he praised her.
Miharu looked back at him. “You are not interested in me, and I am not interested in you, too.” She was really worrying for her friend now. She tapped her fingers in the table and looked around. Where could she be?
She felt Keito tugged a stray hair out of her face and let his hand roam around her cheek. She shoved away his hand. “You can’t really read a situation, can you?” she asked.
“Of course, I can. Don’t worry about her, she was just out in the garden.” He said.
“How did you know?”
“I looked for her a while ago,” he answered.
Miharu looked at him suspiciously.
He laughed heartily. “Just believe me, okay.” He said.
She looked away from him. “By the way, where is that Yuto?” she asked.
“You seem to be very attracted to him,” he commented.
“Who wouldn’t be, he was nice, caring and thoughtful, not to mention super cute.”
“I never thought you could be very appreciative with guys.”
Miharu looked at him. He was sipping a brownish liquid.
“Are you drinking?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said smugly.
“I mean like alcohol or something?”
“You want some?” he asked her.
“Eh!” she shrieked. “Okamoto Keito, why are you drinking that? You are not yet of age.” Miharu tried to take the glass away from Keito.
Keito laughed at her. “I never thought you could actually sound like Aoi. So you’re really a girl, hah?”
“Stop making fun of me, Okamoto! Just let go.”
Keito finally let the glass go. She sniffed the content of the glass and gave him an angry glare. He laughed. “Yes, that is just iced tea,” he said still laughing.
She gritted her teeth to him.
“So tell me, what is your status with Yuto, now?” he asked.
Miharu looked at him and thought. Since, she was not really interested in guys and Yuto is a guy so that would be, “none.” She answered.
Keito nodded. “So you wouldn’t get angry if I do this?” Keito pulled her close to him and kissed her on the lips. Miharu held her breath. She felt her heartbeat quicken, the way only Keito could do to her. She felt how soft his lips on hers were and how sweet his kiss was.
He let her go after a while. “I would love to kiss you more but then I remembered that we are still in a public place,” he told her with a smile.