By the time that Michiru returns to the office she is in a foul state, having felt frustrated all afternoon at being assigned to yet another fashion show, and an amateur one at that. Her mood lifts when she sees a lovely bouquet awaiting her at her desk. Although this is the typical response from a potential suitor, she is still pleased at the thought that went into it.
"Oh my god, they're so beautiful," sighs Mina, looking over the cubicle wall.
"Ah, Michiru, spoiled already," Mamoru teases as he walks by. "But tsk tsk, they're not even roses."
"That doesn't matter!" the blonde girl protests, "They're still gorgeous. Michiru, please tell me they're from Haruka."
"Indeed," Michiru confirms, glancing at the attached message.
"Let me seen, then!" Mina exclaims, pouncing at the card. "Oh my - 'It's nice as always on the Island, but it'd be much better if you were here. Come visit as soon as you can.' And look, a phone number, an address and return tickets for the float plane!"
Michiru laughs as she sees her colleague practically melt onto the floor. "Do you want these?" she asks, gesturing at the tickets.
"I wish!" the young blonde swoons, "But it's clear that Haruka Tenoh has a crush on you. I wouldn't dare interfere with such a blossoming romance!"
"Right..." Michiru smiles at the dramatic description, and wonders when she lost her own sense of delight and enchantment. "Well, I better clear my calendar for this weekend, then." As the aqua-haired reporter adjusts her appointments and internal deadlines, her smile drifts into a sort of frown. She tells herself to perk up about her upcoming trip, but in truth she is more nervous than excited at the prospect of seeing Haruka again. There was something about the other woman that made Michiru want to lose control...and Michiru just couldn't afford to let that happen right now.