"Misa, I don't see why you don't do something for yourself!" Ahri cried over the phone.

"Because I'm too busy doing things for others." I rolled my eyes, holding my phone with my shoulder as I rolled out the pie crust.

"I know you think you have to fix other people's problems, but you don't. They're just that, other people's problems. Focus on yourself once in a while. Find love! Travel to America like you always said you wanted to do! Misa, I don't care what you do as long as it's for you." Ahri sounded desperate. It irked me somewhat that she thought this wasn't for me.

"I like what I do, Ahri. I can help other people find love, achieve their dreams. Maybe love will find me one day, but I'm not going to go looking for it." I sighed and flopped the dry stuff into the dish.

"Misa, when are you going to realize that love found you! It's literally staring you straight in the face. Wake up you idiot!" She was exasperated now, almost to the point of giving up on me.

"What, him?" I asked, looking up to eye the man in question.

"Yes, him." I could practically hear her roll her eyes. "He loves you and everyone knows it."

"Don't be rediculous, Ahri." I shook my head, not wanting to believe it.

"Why wouldn't it be true, Misa?" She huffed.

"Because he's too good."