"It's me. Makino Tsukushi."
He stood there transfixed. His eyes large as a doe beholding the sight of this dainty yet spirited creature. She gazed back and gave him a puzzling look.
" Hah. Don't you know me? You were always horrible when it came to remembering things. Should have expected such weakness from the octopus head of yours,"
With that challenge, Tsukasa quickly snapped out of his stupor. "Octopus head ?!?! HEY!!"
Tsukushi cut him off. "Ah, so he speaks. Thought you were going mute there. Anyway, as I was saying I'm Makino Tsukushi. You might remember me from four years ago. You thought I was Hanazawa Rui's girlfriend. Does that ring any bells?"
He then remembered that she still thinks that he has amnesia. He decided to play along. "Ah yes, you were the annoying poor girl with queer habits. Violent too, if I recall. "
"Look who's talking about violence, if it's not Mr Let's-beat-up-everyone-up-when-things-don't go-my-way. Hmmphh. Anyway what are you doing here? Are you with Hanazawa Rui? Don't think he mentioned anything about stopping by the last time we spoke."
"No, I'm not with him", he sighed. He was still acutely aware of the fact that Tsukushi had depended on Rui these four years.
"Oh, okay. Then, I suppose you're here for some business matters. Gah.. can't believe you're actually entrusted to run Doumyouji Enterprise. They must not know how baka you can be, especially when it comes to languages. But I guess with your money, you can always hire other people to do the talking for you, ne? They must certainly be having a tough time." Tsukushi spoke a mile a million.
"Hey miss sassy, who are you to say something like that. Besides, language is just language. There's no being good or bad about it."
On hearing that remark Tsukushi smiled. She rolled her eyes and said softly to herself, "Yup, idiotic as always."
Tsukushi turned to Tsukasa, "Have you eaten yet? If you haven't, want to come have dinner at my place. I'm starving."
He was surprised at the invitation. "What are you having? I can't tolerate common people food that well." He was nodding all the same.
"Well, tough luck. You've got to learn the masses' taste anyway if you want to succeed in conquering the public market. Take this as a marketing lesson. See it's even free of charge." With that, she quickly grabbed his hand, and headed out to coldness of London's streets.