"Have we ever meet before?" Shinoa asked.
Mika looked up from the book he read for the past three hours. "What do you mean?"
Shinoa crossed her legs, "When we were kids, have we ever meet?"
"Well…" He closed the book, "I don't know. What do you remember?"
Her dreams the past few nights were showing a blond haired boy with clear blue eyes and she remembered thinking how angelic he looked.
"I thought you were as pretty as my sister and Shinya," she blurted.
Someone choked behind the bookshelves.
Mika quirked his eyebrow, his eyes dancing in mirth. "So you think I looked pretty? As much as your sister and Shinya?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "My sister and Shinya are the prettiest people I know," she said. "And me, of course. I'm very pretty."
This time it was the sound of restrained laughter.
Shinoa took the nearest book and threw it back behind, soon after a satisfying "OUCH!" was heard.
Serve that pink-haired punk right.
"Yes I suppose you're very pretty," Mika chuckled openly at her. He propped his elbow to the table, "So, what do we suppose to do about it?"
"We can always do dinner of course."
His lips smiled on top of his palm, "I guess…"
"Oi Shinoa! Mika doesn't do dinner, he drinks blood! Also, you can't even cook!" With a grace of tactless bull, Yuu dropped pile of books on the table. "Kimizuki, Yoichi, Mitsuba! Why the hell you're huddling behind the bookshelves?"
Mitsuba's shrill scream filled the library, "Yuu moron! You ruined everything!"
Mika face palmed.
"I know what kind of meal Mika does," Shinoa side-glared Yuu. Oh, she's so not going to back down, "So what about it, Mika? Dinner?"
He blinked at her. Slowly, the edge of his lips quirked into a smirk. "Not going to back down, are you?"
"Nope."
"Well…" He gathered his books, "see you in 7 hours?"
"That would be suffice."
His smile was devastating across the room, she probably needed to meditate before their dinner.
Now however, she had a rowdy squad to take care of.