It was Wednesday afternoon, and me and Kyouya were just home from school. For the past days I had been really focused on arranging everything for the important guests. I had just rented a couple of books about famous gardens and such, and put them on a shelf in the second living room, where guests were brought. Then I quickly got redressed, putting on a light blue, romantic dress, and I fastened a matching bow at the side of my fringe. On the way downstairs I ran into Kyouya, dressed in a gloomy black suit. "Kyouya!" I exclaimed and looked in horror at his outfit. "Come here," I said and dragged him into his room again, and asked the permission to look at his wardrobe. He murmured "sure" though I could hear he didn't approve of it much. Luckily, I found a grey striped vest and told him to put it on instead of that heavy blazer. THe vest made him look much more laid back, and I smiled. "Perfect," I grinned and held up both thumbs. Kyouya pulled at his glasses, adjusting them a bit, and I knew he was troubled… By the fact that he didn't want to admit that he liked it and felt more comfortable.
Around six o'clock a foreign car pulled up outside the gates of the Ootori Mansion. Since it was raining slightly, some of the maids ran out with umbrellas to shelter the travelling family. Since it was not really my business, I waited in the second living room until the males of the family had greeted them. Then, when they came in sight I smiled a warm, genuine smile and bowed politely. Both Mr. and Mrs. Nakamura smiled, and behind them came their kids who were 8 and 10; a girl and a boy.
First on the agenda was dinner. I had made sure the chef fixed some exotic fruits with the dessert, but other than that the dinner was usual. It was important not to bee too much of a show-off. Me and Mrs. Nakamura got along very well, and Kyouya, who was sitting just across the table of her (me and Kyouya sat together), often said a comment of fact, and she was delighted to converse with us. Sometimes she would bend over to her husband (who was talking with Mr. Ootori) smiling and tell at what one of us had just said. It was clear that Mr. Nakamura felt relaxed when his wife enjoyed the company so well, and both the fathers came along very well. Of course we talked to the kids too, and they were behaving really well, so even Kyouya could chat with them a little.
Dinner was over, and the men, including Kyouya went to a room so they could discuss in peace, while I showed the three remaining into a large tent in the garden with view at the newly rearranged garden. There I chattered with the mother while the kids were busy drawing, since they has told me they loved to do so. After two hours had passed, Kyouya came out to share the news that Mr. Nakamura wanted to see his wife and kids, and after escorting them to him, Kyouya sat down together with me.
"How did it go?" I asked excited. He looked at me seriously with an expressionless face and said that there was little hope for that contract. I was quiet for a while, but then I noticed: he hadn't pushed at his glasses! That could only mean things had gone well, and I smiled teasingly. "You know, you're a good actor, Kyouya, but you miss those little details." Then both of us laughed, and after waving goodbye to the happy family, Mr. Ootori came over to us. "Walker-sama." He coughed, like he was going to say something important. "I'm impressed by your understanding of human nature." I bowed at him before looking up at him. "I did my best, sir!" and he turned to walk away, but still I caught his last words: "She will do this family some good indeed."