This was written for Dokuga Contest's weekly perfection, prompt: Over - 200 words. It's been a while though.
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Tapping with her right forefinger at her rouged lips, Kagome Smith glanced at the set table in front of her. Everything, from the pristine china to the shiny silverware, had been accurately placed on the white table cloth. And yet for some reason, something was off and she was simply unable to put her finger on it. Then again, she decided, it wouldn't hurt if she swapped the places of the two smaller bouquets.
When she had finished her task, Kagome regarded the new arrangement, only to come to the conclusion that it hadn't changed anything at all. She was beginning to think that her uneasiness had nothing to do with the table, but rather with the two guests she had invited over to dinner.
Whereas she had cooked numerous times for Father Daniel in the past, she now felt not very comfortable to cook for Sesshomaru Paulio who was used to the European cuisine. Moreover, every time she thought that she had figured him out a bit, he always did something she had been unable to foresee. It only amplified her nervousness.
Three sharp knocks on her front door told her unmistakably that musing time was over now.
"Coming!"