emulator 01: coming home

Footsteps echoed down the halls of the Virgin Isles Academy as morning broke over the horizon, sparkling across the seas of the North Atlantic Sea and the Caribbean Sea. The waters around the islands were gentle, rolling onto the shores peacefully and gently. Most of the academy was still sleeping, so the only sounds that were heard within the early hours of the morning were just the waves.

"Any news on their arrival, James?" A feminine voice asked.

"Yes; they're coming home in three hours, Renee," James answered.

"Oh."

They were sitting inside the café, on the first floor, which extended to a steep cliff, sitting on the northern edge of the

The café itself was filled with the usual things; it had nice, beige, warm touch as to the colors set around the place, and then there were the small four-person tables, with the small comfortable chairs placed on top of the tables neatly. Only one table had all the chairs down, and that was where James and Renee were sitting. The floor was made out of light-brown tiles, and the counter was stationed in the corner of the café, where the owner was cleaning up some of the morning mess the students had done earlier after having a nice bagel and cappuccino before leaving. Crumbs littered the floor, but were easily cleaned away by small vacuum machines sucking up the garbage.

"How are you doing, HeadMaster?"

James Smith. 37 years old, and HeadMaster of Virgin Isles Academy. A man with natural white hair, silvery strands already starting to appear in the sleek, yet stiff hair he had. Regardless of what he looked, he was a strong, intelligent, and experienced. But under those pant legs; there were strong legs that could kick in a brick wall. He had glasses that looked exactly right on his face; like they were meant to be there.

"I'm doing just fine, Jacob. How's business here?"

"Beautiful," Jacob said as he used a cloth to dry out the insides of a glass cup, "the view is perfect, the location is perfect, I'm getting more than enough money to support my family."

"Good to hear that from you," James said as he sipped some of his black coffee.

"HeadMistress? How are you doing?"

Renee Smith. 35 years old, and HeadMistress of the Virgin Isles Academy, and of course, married to James Smith. She was an averagely thin woman, waist measuring around 23 inches, and a D cup bust. She had silky brown hair and brown eyes. Her voice was formal and stiff, yet it had the sense of motherly affection. She was just as strong as her husband, if not even more. She was a woman who had an incredible sense of humor; and everyone in the academy grew to love her because of that one particular trait, but regardless of that trait, she was still a mature person.

"I'm doing well too, Jacob. I don't know if this is possible," she said as she turned her seat to face him, "but could you set this café up for a comeback party while getting the preparations for the Entry Festival?"

"Certainly, madam."

Jacob Lopez. Came from Cuban islands to escape religious persecution; TREE gladly allowed this man to serve at the Virgin Isles Academy as a café owner, as he has been for the last 10 years. His family and mother are still in Cuba, however, he is raising a good amount of money to keep them alive; then eventually go to Cuba itself and evacuate his family. He had a light Cuban accent, and he was sporting a black moustache and a small beard.

"Will you be having any more?"

"No, that's alright, Jacob."

"Very well. Then I will now start to prepare for the guests."

He headed off as the couple at the table continued to bathe in the morning sun.

"I think we'd better get inside and start the broadcast for the Festival, Renee."

"Why don't you do it? I'm way too lazy to do anything right now. The sun feels nice on my skin and I feel sleepy."

She slouched back into her chair as she closed her eyes. Even at an age like hers, she still looked ravishing as ever. James looked at her with a trance as his eyes hovered over her slender body while she read a magazine.

"You were just checking me out, weren't you?" she said, her eyes not moving from the text inside the magazine.

"May-be."

"Six kids and ten years later and we still got the fire."

Both laughed.

"HeadMaster?"

A young teen in uniform was standing behind him; James turned and looked at him.

"Yes?"

"I'm here to report the progress of the Entry Festival on Saint Croix."

"Oh, yeah. How's it going?"

"Our inter-island transportation system and submerged facilities should make enough room for about 200,000 or more people in total, and we have at most, 150,000. Everything has been triplechecked, rechecked, and we will be ready once your sons come back. Can't start the show without the hosts."

"Great. Well, they should be back in a couple hours or so. Anyway, good job. Remind the Festival Commitee to be sure to have plenty of backup food, drinks, confetti, all that good stuff. Alright?"

"Sir."

And with that, the youth walked away- And that was the moment they heard little feet running across the floor.

"Gwandpwa! Gwandmwa!"

A little girl was zig-zagging through the tables to Jame's and Renee's table. She wore a yellow sundress that radiated in the sun.

"What is it, Katie?"

"Ish dwaddwy coming home todway?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes," Renee replied motherly, as she picked the three-year-old girl up.

"Daddy's gonna be back very soon," she said soothingly, as Katie put her head on Renee's shoulder, "Daddy's gonna come back soon. Where's mommy?"

"Mwommwy ish sweeping."

"She's sleeping? Okay, well, let's go wake her up. James, do you want to come? James?"

She looked over to his side, only to see the magazine she was reading opened halfway and draped over his face, with his head tilted back over the edge of the back of the chair.

She sighed.

"Grandpa's sleeping, so let's leave him here."

"Okay!"

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