Angel's eyes widened at Mei's soft admission. She couldn't believe her
ears. For so long she'd been told how cute she was…and then this lovely
young Japanese girl tells her that she's pretty.
"Thanks, Mei…you have no idea what that means to me."
"Can I…ask you a favor?"
"After that compliment?" Angel beamed. "Sure."
"…I don't know anyone here, and I'd really like it if you…would be my big sister?"
"Gosh, you really are the flattering type." Angel laughed with some embarrassment, placing a hand on the back of her head. "Sure, I'd love to be your big sister. I just have one condition: you have to be a bit livelier than this."
Mei's green eyes suddenly flared with warmth. "Lively you want, lively you get!"
Angel smiled as she heard the door to the restaurant open. "Good, you're going to need to be with this crowd," she said.
"Why? Who's here?"
"God's gifts to women," was all Angel would say as she led the way into the restaurant.
There were six of them. Six cut, charming, tall men. Four of them were arguing good-naturedly about sports. The other two were silent. But it was clear from the sudden overflowing warmth in the girls' expressions that these men were friends.
Mei tugged on Angel's sleeve. "Angie…are all your friends super- models?"
Angel blinked, then laughed. "Well, I told you they were God's gifts to women, didn't I?"
It was the tall blonde man who sobered first, his eyes coming to rest on Mei. His smile was intimate and warm. Almost as welcoming as Louie's was. He had electric aquamarine eyes and wavy blonde hair. He was tall, broad shouldered, and very handsome, though in an almost boyish way.
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. You must be Meilin Tsukishiro," he said, bowing to touch his lips to her hand. She turned bright red.
"Y-yes…thank you."
"You have such startling green eyes…very unusual for a Japanese woman. Still, very beautiful."
Mei was too stunned to speak. Casually Angel reached over and flicked Quatre's ear.
"Knock it off, Casanova," she teased lightly. "We don't want her to be mute, do we?"
"Thanks, Mei…you have no idea what that means to me."
"Can I…ask you a favor?"
"After that compliment?" Angel beamed. "Sure."
"…I don't know anyone here, and I'd really like it if you…would be my big sister?"
"Gosh, you really are the flattering type." Angel laughed with some embarrassment, placing a hand on the back of her head. "Sure, I'd love to be your big sister. I just have one condition: you have to be a bit livelier than this."
Mei's green eyes suddenly flared with warmth. "Lively you want, lively you get!"
Angel smiled as she heard the door to the restaurant open. "Good, you're going to need to be with this crowd," she said.
"Why? Who's here?"
"God's gifts to women," was all Angel would say as she led the way into the restaurant.
There were six of them. Six cut, charming, tall men. Four of them were arguing good-naturedly about sports. The other two were silent. But it was clear from the sudden overflowing warmth in the girls' expressions that these men were friends.
Mei tugged on Angel's sleeve. "Angie…are all your friends super- models?"
Angel blinked, then laughed. "Well, I told you they were God's gifts to women, didn't I?"
It was the tall blonde man who sobered first, his eyes coming to rest on Mei. His smile was intimate and warm. Almost as welcoming as Louie's was. He had electric aquamarine eyes and wavy blonde hair. He was tall, broad shouldered, and very handsome, though in an almost boyish way.
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. You must be Meilin Tsukishiro," he said, bowing to touch his lips to her hand. She turned bright red.
"Y-yes…thank you."
"You have such startling green eyes…very unusual for a Japanese woman. Still, very beautiful."
Mei was too stunned to speak. Casually Angel reached over and flicked Quatre's ear.
"Knock it off, Casanova," she teased lightly. "We don't want her to be mute, do we?"