Chapter 2
Kotarou looked at the window. There was a woman about his age standing there. Or, so he thought. She had a lot of make-up on, and her blonde hair had brown streaks in it. Kotarou noticed her shortness first. But she was a beauty. That was for sure.
He smiled. He tapped the tables with his fingers. He loved the sound they made. Tap. Tap. Tap. He did it faster. And faster and faster. He got caught in his own musical sound he forgot about her.
Then he remembered Misha. Which brought him back to the pretty girl outside. He looked up, and she was gone. He raced to the window to see if she was just an allusion. When he got to the window, he opened those yellow curtains Misha absolutely loved.
She was gone. Kotarou raced to the door and opened it. There she was, standing in front of him. He didn't know what to do, so he bowed. He looked back up at her angelic face. To him, angelic was a word he used everyday, whether it be thinking about Misha, or what she loved.
"Welcome Ma'am. Uh, who are you?" Kotarou fidgeted. He grabbed her hand and shook it. Then, made a friendly hand gesture that told her she could come in.
"Uh, well, your father was supposed to tell you I am your new housekeeper. He won't be back for a while, you know?" She blushed. She shooed stray hairs trying to hide her beautiful eyes. Then she nodded, and accepted his offer to come in the house.
Kotarou felt bad in the pit of his stomach. That letter his father wrote him probably wasn't a "Be back in a week" note. This one must have been different. He couldn't find the right words to ask her a simple question. How long did he tell you, I just want to know if he messed it up, like, uh, you know what he told me? Nah. That sounds too desperate he thought. How about the truth? He liked how simple his mind said it, but his mouth disagreed. 'No! It said. I will not let you ask her a question like that'.
Kotarou went to tell her something when her hand reached his chin, and gently brushed her lips against his.