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Michiru shook the hand of the buyer of her painting. She was tired and wanted to go home. Dealing with high society was exhausting; she waited until the last of the customers left before she took a seat. "Good work as usual, Michiru. Your painting was sold at a much higher bid than we originally thought." The auctioneer commented with a genuine smile.
Michiru stood up, "Thank you, Mr. Ling."
"Are you okay? During the auction you seemed drained." A worried expression fell on his face.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
"It would appear you have one more visitor." He slightly bowed to her then left. Michiru turned around to find Haruka looking as handsome as ever. Haruka walked toward her with a huge grin. Taking her hand, Haruka placed a kiss on it then turned it around to kiss the palm.
"My princess, I have come to take you away." Michiru giggled, "Are you ready to go?" Haruka asked.
"Yes, the auction just ended. Where will my prince be whisking me away?"
"It's a secret." The look and tone of voice left Michiru breathless. "Shall we go?" Haruka held out a hand.
"Yes." She placed her hand in Haruka's.
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Haruka pulled the car into the driveway. She quickly got out and ran to the other side to open it for Michiru. "My Lady." She bowed as Michiru stepped out.
"My my, you're being such a true gentleman."
"Well, today is a very special occasion. Everything must be perfect." She flashed the aqua-haired goddess a smirk.
"So, why are we in front of a clothing store?" Michiru crossed her arms, feigning anger.
Not taking the bait, Haruka just offered her arm, "This way, Princess." She escorted Michiru inside where the entire store was empty except for the employees. Michiru looked around the huge store. She glanced up at Haruka, who watched her reaction. "Pick anything you want to wear tonight from this store."
"Haruka!" Michiru exclaimed as she noticed rows upon rows of dresses and accessories lay before her.
"Tonight is your night, princess." Haruka winked at the girl next to her.
"You sure you can afford my taste?" Michiru raised an eyebrow.
"I believe I can support it as long as it isn't a normal habit."
Michiru chuckled as she walked toward the many aisles, "We'll see about that, Haruka."
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A couple of hours later, Michiru stepped out from the dressing room wearing her choice of clothing. Haruka was flabbergasted; she couldn't move or speech. Michiru was a vision of true beauty. "Oh my, I do believe I have struck you speechless, my prince. Should I change into something a bit more plain? I would hate to have a date who does nothing more than gap at me. Conversation would be dry."
Haruka shook herself out of her stupor. "Shall we go?" A slight blush appeared on her face. She had hoped Michiru had not noticed but rarely does something go beyond Michiru's keen senses.
"I do believe I made you blush, good sir. Are you in need of some fresh air before we depart?" Michiru was grinning at Haruka's flustered appearance. Haruka cleared her throat as she loosened the bow tie around her neck.
"We should be going." She offered her arm again.
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"How did you manage to get reservations here? Don't you usually have to reserve a table almost six months in advance?" Michiru inquired as they followed the host to their table. She had told Haruka on a casual conversation before they started dating that she had eaten here only once and loved their food, 'I can't believe Haruka remembered.'
Haruka waved the host away as she pulled out a chair for Michiru. "Thank you." Michiru gracefully sat down. A few rose petals drift pass her hair by an unknown wind blowing a few hair strands elegantly across her face. Haruka herself had a few rose petals to notify everyone in the restaurant of their arrival. After the freeze-frame moment, everything went back to normal.
The waiter introduced himself then offered them a sample of wine. After leaving them with the menus and reporting the daily special, he left them. "Is it as you remembered?" Haruka folded her hand before her face resting her elbows on the table.
Michiru glanced around the place taking in the scenery. The room was dim with candlelight giving off a romantic aura. A man played the piano as soft, instrumental music from the center of the room. Light conversation littered the room with the seldom clanking of wine glasses. She turned her gaze back to Haruka, "Yes, nothing seems out of place."
Haruka watched her date read over the menu. 'Everything is going perfectly.' She reached in her coat pocket to feel the familiar lump, 'Soon.'
"Haruka, have you decided on what to get?"
Haruka grabbed the menu; she completely forgot about ordering herself. She grabbed the menu and begun to skim through the contents. "Yes. What about yourself?"
"Yes, I'm ready." Haruka signaled for the waiter.
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Topics of conversation flourished between them, but Michiru noticed Haruka seemed distracted. She would sometimes reach inside her jacket for a few seconds before pulling her hand away. Her normal confident face seemed concerned about something. Michiru reached over and covered Haruka's hand with her own, "Haruka, are you okay? You seem different somehow."
'Am I being that transparent? I need to calm down and relax. I'm worrying Michiru.' She took a deep breath then smiled, "I'm fine."
Michiru was unconvinced. "Haruka-"
"Ahh, here comes our dinner. I hope you're hungry." 'Stop being an idiot and act cool. You're Haruka Tenoh, a popular athlete that always remains cool and collected.'
Michiru wanted to question the blonde further but decided against it. She didn't want to ruin the date with a petty argument. Besides, she had her own ways of dragging information out of the wind scout if need be. Michiru sent a chilling grin at Haruka, who was too busy starting on her meal.
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