Chapter Three: The Type
To pass the time away, she flipped through the latest Cosmopolitan magazine she bought on the way to the hotel. She wasn't paying attention to it much, just note the styles she liked and what was in trend. Half her mind was on the rhythm of the sound of the showers in the background, where he was.
After their talk the previous night, she was surprisingly very happy with his decision. Now she had to plan what to do with him for another week, which she did not mind at all. It was still summer, and she wanted to spend as much time with him before he had to go back to Japan. A frown played upon her lips at the thought of the departure.
The week would not be enough with him. She had this urge to want to spend more time together. She couldn't explain it. Perhaps the years apart were finally surfacing the need to be with him.
And all that time, he was attached to Hikari in that 'puppy love' sort of way. It was adorable at the time but has become something he needed to leave behind. She loved Hikari like a little sister, but she was against the idea of leading a guy, especially if it was Takeru, on to a possible relationship. Sure, she flirted, but it was nothing like what Hikari has done to Takeru. Nothing even close.
She was too absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear the showerhead had stopped. Her gaze was out the window, staring at the morning skies, when Takeru stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, drying his disheveled hair. He grinned at her entranced form and plopped on the bed next to her, scaring to a scream.
"My god, Keru-chan!" she breathed, laying back on the bed and pacing her heartbeat, "You need to stop with all these surprises." He laughed and laid next to her, playing with her long, brown hair. The last time he had seen her, she had dyed it pink, but that was about four months ago. "Anyway, I thought we could head to the Sunburst Expresso Bar for some breakfast and figure out what to do for the day. How does that sound?"
"It's a date!" he grinned. She pouted and smacked his head playfully. He, in turn, went for her tummy and started to tickle her till she surrendered, but one of her hands grabbed on to the towel around his waist. He panicked at the sudden tugging, consequently ceasing his tickling. "Mimi!" he blushed.
She laughed, "You're so cute like that!" She pulled her hand back with a big smile. "You know I was only teasing."
He joined in laughter, "Yeah, we sometimes forget the moment, huh?" The playful glint in her beautiful eyes agreed with him. He was openly staring at her, different from the previous times. His eyes were absorbing every detail of her face.
"Hey, Mimi," he said quietly, "Why didn't you ever had a boyfriend? I mean, you're beautiful, and you've got this cheery, friendly personality... I don't see how you could've stayed single for so long."
She shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe they weren't my type."
"What's really your type?"
She rolled onto her back and thought about it. After a few seconds, she turned her head to him, smiling, "Someone like you." He looked away, trying to hide his blush, but deep inside of him, his heart seemed to stir happily at her answer.