After Karin fainted, Hiroto thought of an escape plan. He opens the window and notices how high they were in the hospital. He looks on the other side of the hospital and counted nine windows top to bottom. As he thought of jumping from window to window he noticed that the windows were slippery and small. There was no way he was going to be able to escape. It was as if that rich witch knew he was going to escape and blocked all escape routes and put him on the highest level of the hospital. As he leaned over the window again there came a soft knock, a click and then the door opening. Hiroto slowly turned around to see a girl with soft brown curls to her shoulders, eyes as blue as the sea, bring in their late afternoon lunch. Now that was odd. To see a girl who could be a model, serve him food.

She turned to face him, curtsied (literally), and said, "I'm Mimi and I am that girl's… I mean Lady Karin's maid. If you need anything please just ring that bell and say what you want or need. I'm sure I'll be able to get you your necessities and needs but…. I won't be able to let you out of the hospital. I'm sorry and have a nice day."

As she turned around with her tray to leave Hiroto asked, "So when will I be able to leave this place?"

She turned around, shook her head sadly and said, "Unfortunately until Karin is better and able to leave the hospital. Which might be a while but I'm sure you'll be fine. After all you have me to talk to." As she said her statement she gave a little sly smile. Hiroto stared at her trying to get the meaning but when he finally did she exclaimed, "Well then! Dinner shall be delivered in a couple hours. Do you have any requests? If not I shall be taking my leave."

As she turned around to exit the room she threw a thick comic book at Hiroto, turned her head slightly and said, "Here's a little apology from me. On Lady Karin's behalf I apologize for all the trouble she has caused you." After she finished apologizing, she walked quickly out of the room and locked it. Hiroto sighed, shrugged, paced the room, sat down in a chair and gave up. Since he couldn't leave the hospital and he had a zero percentage of escaping he might as well take advantage of his stay. He opened his thick comic book and took a bite of his mashed potatoes. Yum. Ha ha. This book is hilarious.

A couple minutes after Hiroto had started his lunch, I woke up. I woke up finding my lunch (covered) in front of me and when I looked to my left, I see Hiroto reading a comic book while eating. He was laughing so hard that bits of his food flew into the air and landed on my arm. Disgusting. I lay on my bed for a couple more minutes until I couldn't take it anymore. I turned to look him straight in the eye and exclaimed, "Will you please stop eating and laughing at the same time? It's revolting. It's common knowledge that you're spitting food on me! Are you some kind of idiot?" To my surprise, the only thing he did was glance at me and then returned to that horrible habit of his. At that response I got annoyed and got in a sitting position. I uncovered my lunch and looked at my mashed potatoes, black truffles, a slice of Camembert cheese, foie gras, a croissant, a pain au chocolat for dessert and a large cup of hot chocolate. So today's lunch theme is French. That's so like my mom. What I don't understand is why he gets to eat my food. I took a whole spoonful of mashed potatoes and said, "Hey Hiroto, I have a question."

He lowered his comic book, swallowed and said, "Ask away."

As he was looking at me, I pretended to take a bite of my mashed potatoes, but instead as it got near my mouth I flung it at Hiroto. As the mashed potatoes hit his face, I laughed hysterically at his surprised face. As I was laughing Hiroto threw the rest of his mashed potatoes in my face. As we both wiped off the mashed potatoes off our faces we kept glaring at each other. Soon after that we both finished our lunches in peace.

As I wiped my mouth with a napkin, I glanced at Hiroto and noticed that he had a bit of pain au chocolat on his mouth. I grabbed a napkin and leaned over just a bit and wiped his mouth. As I was wiping his mouth he looked at me with wide and surprised eyes. When I finished and was drawing my arm back he grabbed it and stared at me with such intensity that I couldn't take my eyes off of them. We stared at each other for a while. Him, with intense eyes and me with scared and confused eyes. There were three different questions going through my head. One, why was he holding my wrist so hard? Two, why is he staring at me with such intense eyes? Three, when is he going to let go?

When my hand started to lose feeling I began trying to tug my hand free of his. Who knew rich boys were so strong. He tightened his grip on my wrist and only loosened when I stop pulling. I was about to scream at him to let go until I heard noises outside our room and the door being opened.

As soon as my mom came bursting through the door screaming, "Hello!!!!!! How have you two been doing? My day was awful. How was lunch? Hiroto you didn't do anything to Karin, did you? So how did you like lunch? I picked out the dishes myself. Were they tasty? Which one was your favorite? Mine is the……." Hiroto had already let go of my hand. I could still feel his grip, but I looked up at Hiroto trying to understand why he grabbed my hand. I watched Hiroto listening to my mom talking about how horrible her day was and then asking random questions, but never letting him answer. As soon as she came she left. As she slammed and locked the door, Hiroto and I looked at each other and burst out laughing, all thoughts of before gone.

As Hiroto was holding his sides and trying to regain his composure he said, "You've… got a …. weird mom. She …. came… and went…. like a tornado….. and asked random…..questions."

I nodded and replied, "I…. know. She's…. the most unique….. director anybody…. has ever had." We both looked at each other and burst out laughing again.

Hiroto was one interesting boy.