Yuko quickly ran into her apartment and slid down the door on the floor in exhaustion.
"Who was he?" Yuko got her breath back.
She walked into the kitchen.
Then she collapsed.
Yuko turned her head to find a young man with black hair stood in the door way.
"It is inevitable that you should be here."
He's not bad looking… Yuko thought
"I'm sorry; my legs just dragged me in here. It's like they have a mind of their own."
Then Yuko woke up with a start.
"What was that?" She rubbed her throbbing head and stood up.
"Yuko, are you home?"
Yuko's mother, Sakurako, came waltzing through the door. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine."
"Oh, okay, Yuko, will you help me make dinner?"
"Sure."
"Good girl." Sakurako smiled and then ran up stairs. Yuko's mother was a beautiful woman, with long dark hair and blue eyes. Yuko admired her mother's looks. She slipped an apron on and turned the oven on.
"Who was he? Do I know him?"
"Know who?" Sakurako took her by surprise.
"No one, I know no one." Yuko said quickly.
"Oh, okay…" she said, a little disappointed, "You never tell me anything anymore."
"I do…it's just there's nothing to tell."
Sakurako sighed.
"You will tell me when there's something troubling you, won't you?"
"Of cause, Mum, I will."
"That's my good girl." Sakurako kissed her daughter's head and slipped an apron on. "So what shall we make?"
"I feel like something simple like…Soba."
"Fine, we'll make that then."
"Great."