"So, how was your holiday?" A plain brown haired boy wondered over to a smiling Haruhi giving her a peck on the cheek.
"It was... amusing." Haruhi spoke thoughtfully.
"You always come back with such a happy face; surely your father isn't that amusing, is he?" Her fiancé questioned unknowingly as he took her bag from her and loaded it into the taxi that was waiting for them at the airport.
"No he isn't... more peculiar than amusing I'd say." Haruhi replied trying her best to avoid bring the topic that... had to be discussed: the Host club, a.k.a the sole reason she hadn't been able to keep a boyfriend in all her years single in Tokyo. And now after numerous, threats, bribes and unfortunately... debts, she had managed to keep them out of her first successful relationship in a little under a decade since she first meet them. However now faced with one of the two conditions of their agreement; they must meet him at least three months before the wedding. She sighed loudly. She loved them, she really did they only wanted her to be happy; but that did not make this any easier.
"Is everything alright?" The worried brunette asked.
"Argh. They just always cause me some kind of headache."
"Wh-" Her fiancé was cut off by a look the clearly read I wasn't finished.
"Listen. You and I have our wedding in three months starting the week after next and well you haven't met dad or..." She took a deep breath massaging the bridge or her nose, "my friends." There was a pregnant silence that hung the air, as he trying to work out if he was meant to speak at this moment.
"Anyway, we have the next week off and are going, not home but to the plane. That I really with all my heart hope they aren't on because you're going to need some warnings." She spoke hanging her head at the impending doom.
"What. What type of warnings?"