Everyone in Japan was so polite. They were so polite she wouldn't have known if someone was insulting her. Everything about the place fascinated her, and she asked a million questions in the thirty minutes it took to drive from the airport to his home. She thought he would tire of them, but he laughed and answered every one.
He had a nice place. His house was orderly, decorated in mostly black and deep red. He definitely had taste, and she wondered if he decorated the place himself. She looked around almost breathless, and she had to bite back the "wow" that wanted to slip from her lips. The last thing she wanted was for him to think that she was unaccustomed to nice things.
"I guess I should give you a tour of the place." She followed him from room to expansive room. The tour ended in the bedroom. She hadn't even thought about where she was going to sleep, and she was surprised when he offered up his bedroom.
"Where are you going to sleep?" She asked almost blushing. She realized how that sounded and what she was implying. Maybe she meant it that way. Maybe she didn't. Maybe she wouldn't have mind if he… what was she thinking?
"In one of the guest rooms." He laughed.
Next, he introduced her to his staff, saying they were to respect her as they would him. She took an immediate liking to a girl named Ayame, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. When Ororo was unpacking, Ayame assisted her. The girl talked a mile a minute. Ororo liked the way she gestured extravagantly with her hands when she tried to think of a word in English.
"Munroe-san, do you like Shaw-san? Because he likes you a lot. I can tell." Ayame said, her eyes shining. The girl was obviously a romantic at heart.
"Yes, I like him a lot, too."
Tomorrow she was meeting his mother.