-Roy's Pov-
It was interesting to see that a fifteen year old girl could do this. And to think, she was holding back. There was certainly more to her than meets the eye. She reminded me so much of Riza. Sure, the lieutenant would seem so strict, harsh and merciless when it comes to dealing with me and everyone else, but deep down, I know she's a softie with a kind and warm heart. It was the total opposite of her exterior.
Micha on the other hand… Oh, what blasphemy lies inside that girl. She seems so sweet, warm and kind, on the outside, but on the inside, I see an uptight, harsh and merciless girl. Well… not completely. She has a heart, I'll give her that. Living with Riza really changed her. I can compare her to Fullmetal in so many ways. But I'll just leave with this, she was a troublemaker, and I know she still is. But Riza's there to keep her at bay.
Those two… They both keep their selves hidden behind glass walls.
"Riza…" I look over my shoulder.
"Yes, sir?" She softly replies. It seems I caught her in the middle of licking her ice cream.
I turn heel and take a step closer to her. I hold her hand, where the ice cream was. I raise it a bit higher as I lean in closer. I slowly lick the side, savoring the taste. My eyes never left her gaze. I could've sworn I saw her blush. Either from embarrassment or the heat was really getting to her.
"You can have it, sir." She says politely. "I'd really want to leave room for lunch."
I nod. "Are you sure?" My breath smelt like coffee as it swept over her flawless face. She nodded as well and I took the cone from her. We walked side by side and I finished it off quickly. As I swallowed the last part of the cone, I felt my stomach churn and grumble. I felt a little pain as well. But I ignored it. I guess I was just getting hungry.
"Where would you like to have lunch, Riza?" I ask her plainly.
"We can just have lunch at the mess hall, sir." She says firmly.
I groan at her suggestion. "Come on, Riza. I'm sick of the food there. And don't you even say that military food's good or I'll hang myself." I say dramatically.
She closed her eyes and sighed. "Alright then, sir. Where would you like to eat? We better make it quick though. You still have a lot of work waiting for you at the office." She looked like she was having a migraine. Then again, she always looked like this if she gave in to my requests.
I smirk. "I asked you that, Riza." I turn around and pause. "Have you forgotten my name, Riza?" I ask her silently.
"No, sir." She says politely.
"Then what's my name?" I ask her.
"Roy Mus-"
I cut her off. "Great, you still remember my name." I look over my shoulder and grin. "There's no harm with calling me by my first name, now is there, Riza?" I shot her a smug smile.
She sighed again. "No, Roy, there isn't." She looked up at me.
"Good. Now, let's find someplace that's air-conditioned and has good food. This heat is killing me and I'm famished." I say before I start walking again as Riza trailed behind me.
We ended up eating in a small café. There was barely anybody there, just and old couple and a man in his mid-thirties reading the paper. A young waiter took our order and quickly ran off in the kitchen to tell the chef. She ordered a gourmet turkey sandwich and I ordered pasta with meatballs.
The cool air that ventilated throughout the small café and having Riza sitting in front of me made me feel comfortable and relaxed. The faint smell of the man's coffee was soothing. Riza was staring out the window, watching every passerby with soft, farseeing eyes. I did the same for a while, but I couldn't help but turn my gaze to her instead.
The sweat on her forehead was slowly drying and the hair that stuck to her face slowly let go. She looked so relaxed, so soft. Her elbows were on the table, fingers intertwined together with her chin slightly rested on them. She watched them all with such wonder and curiosity. Those auburn eyes were so focused in a soft stare. As if, she was trying to memorize everyone's faces.
She snapped out of it when the waiter set our food on the table. I turned my gaze to my pasta and started eating. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. I couldn't help but watch her again. She ate with such grace and finesse. She was truly different from all the other women I dated. Come to think of it, all the women I dated were all airheaded sluts. But they knew how to have fun that was good enough for one night.
"Colonel, I suggest you start eating and stop staring. We've been away from the office for about an hour and a half now. Those papers aren't going to sign themselves." She cut a piece off her sandwich and placed it in her mouth.
"Uhh…" I shake my head from side to side and put on a lopsided grin. "Right." I take my fork, stab a meatball and place it in my mouth and start chewing. Before I could even swallow, I had a weird feeling in my stomach again. It started to toss and turn, causing it to ache dearly. I grip it and conceal a cringe.
"Colonel, are you… ok?" She gave me a weird look. As if I was crazy or something. "The food can't be that bad." She whispered.
"It's not the food…" I wince. "It's… my stomach." The pain was suppressing my voice. A wave of pain hit my stomach. "Shit…" I cuss out loud enough for her to hear but no one else.
"Sir, really, are you ok?" She gets out of her seat and walks over to me. "We should get you to the hospital if you aren't feeling well, sir." She gently takes a hold of my arm, trying to get me to stand.
"I'm fine." I say through my teeth. God, why is this happening to me? Especially when Riza's here with me.
"No, you clearly aren't sir." She says strictly. "Now let's go."
"Really, I'm fine. I don't know what could've caused this…" I whisper.
"The infirmary at Headquarters will do. Check, please." I try to get up, but I clumsily fall over while gripping my stomach. Riza caught me from behind, wrapping her arms around my torso, her hands, gently gripping on my chest. This would've felt so right I didn't feel like I was going to vomit or crap… at the same time.
Going back to Headquarters, my arm was around Riza, leaning on her for support as my free hand gripped my stomach. She was grunting. Was I really that heavy now?
I chuckle bitterly at the situation. "Well, doesn't this remind you of that time when I was fifteen? When I got into a fight with Henry."
"You lost that one, Mister Mustang." She quoted herself. Even her tone was exactly the same.
"You said the exact same thing, even the tone." I look at her amused.
"It was stupid of you to pick a fight with him, and stubborn of you to think you would win." She quoted her younger self once again.
"Well that rhymed." I said amused. Then, my facial expression became dark. "That guy was picking on you." I mumbled.
"I would've managed." She mumbles.
I snapped. "That guy was huge, Riza! Even if we both fought him with all of our strength back then, we still would've lost." I scold her. I hate it when she acted like this. Why can't she just ask for help when she knows she needs it? It makes me feel so useless and helpless when I'm not there when she needs me.
She shuts her eyes tightly. "Then why did you do it even if you already knew that?" She bites back.
"Because I can't just stand there and watch you get beaten up by that bastard!" I yell.
"Why can't you? Because you knew I wouldn't be able to do my part of the chores?" She asked cynically.
"Because I-" I stopped midsentence and cleared my throat. "Your father would've been furious with me if he found out I was there and didn't do anything about it." I say calmly.
"Yeah right." She mumbles skeptically. I could've sworn I saw her eye twitch.
"I still don't see what happened to me." I whispered. Then, an amazing revelation hit me. "Damn that ice cream cone!" I cuss out loud.
"Sir, I had some too, and my stomach doesn't hurt that bad." She says in a small voice.
"That bad?" I shot her a look.
"Just… a spasm is all, sir… I can manage." I saw her eye twitch.
"Yeah, right Riza, you're in as much pain as I am. And don't even think that I didn't see your eye twitch. You're a horrible liar." I scowl.
She winced. "Only to you, Mister Mustang." She says in a small voice.
For a moment there, I thought I saw the eleven year old Riza that said the exact same words to me. She looked so cute and innocent. I smirk. "You were so cute when you said that."
She fought a blush and looked away. "We're almost there, Colonel." We were already entering the main lobby. Some of the soldiers looked at us curiously. Some people were staring and nudging others in the ribs to tell them if they were dreaming or what. The lieutenant seemed focused, eyes cold, ignoring everybody.
We finally made it to the infirmary. As soon as she dropped me on the bed, she collapsed on the arm chair next to me and gripped her stomach.
"Damn ice cream cone." She grumbled in pain and slouched back on the arm chair, still gripping her stomach.
I felt the food I rarely ate make its way up my esophagus. I immediately sit up, cover my mouth and race for the bathroom toilet. After I released what was left of my lunch and maybe breakfast, I lied down on the floor and rested my cheek on the cool tiles. "This sucks more than a hangover." I moan.
"Excuse me, I was told that Lieutenant Hawkeye was here?" A sweet voice talked to the nurse.
"Oh yes, she and the colonel are in room number two." The nurse replied.
"Thanks."
I heard footsteps approach our room and the door knob twist.
"Auntie Riza?" She came in and closed the door behind her. She walked over to the arm chair. "Are you ok? What happened?"
"That damn ice cream cone gave us food poisoning." She groaned.
"Ice cream? You mean the one the colonel gave you using my money?" I felt her cold glare settle on my limp body on the bathroom floor. "Wait a minute, he only got one. For you two to have it you guys must have…" She didn't finish the sentence.
She walked over to me and picked me up by my collar, as if I was just as light as a rag doll. "You shared your filthy saliva with my Aunt?" She had a devils stare. I was too sick to take it in.
"Micha, leave him alone." Auntie Riza said. "He's in enough pain."
She drops me and walks back to her. "Fine. You're no fun." She pouted.
"Stop acting like the Colonel." She whispered.
"Don't compare me to a child, dammit." I cuss as I get up.
"Yeah, don't compare me to a lazy dumbass either." She mumbled.
"I'm so going to get you back for this." I glared at Micha.
She turned around and stuck her tongue out. See? What did I tell you? She's a little devil. She's comparable to Fullmetal, but at least he's bold enough to act like this in front of everyone and not just me, Riza or Leila.
"Well," the nurse came in with a clipboard. "You two aren't going anywhere for at least three days. You both have yourselves a nasty case of food poisoning." She said. "So I'm sending you two home."
"I can't go home yet; I still have work to do." Riza tried to get out of the chair.
"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but that just has to wait. I already placed you two under sick leave."
"Great." She whispered sarcastically.
"Don't worry about it, Auntie Riza, I'll take care of you. I don't have classes until Wednesday." She smiles.
I managed to walk back to the bed and sit on it.
Riza shot her a suspicious look. "Why? What's the occasion?"
Micha shrugged then grinned. "Laboratory two blew up. The whole High school building was set on fire last night."
"I read about that." I mumbled.
"They called in the office for you, but since you weren't there, Havoc talked to the lady for you and told me. It's a good thing I brought all my books home last Friday." She chuckles.
Riza nods. "Ok then. Let's go, I'll drive us home." She attempted to stand again but the pain would not allow her.
"It's ok, Auntie Riza, I'll just call in Leila to pick us up." She assures her.
"What about me?" I whine.
Micha shot me a cold look. "You can call your brainless girlfriends to take care of you." She scowled.
"But Riza usually takes care of me when I'm sick." I smirk.
"That's right." She says tiredly. "I have to baby sit you in and out of the office. You can stay in my place for the duration."
"What?" Micha screamed. "There's no way I'm going to let this, this, this… person to live with us for three days. Let alone take care of him." She protested.
"I'd rather take care of myself." I growl at her.
"Then do it." She bites back.
"Will you two please stop acting like children?" Riza snapped. "Honestly, Micha, you act just as bad as Edward toward the Colonel. And you, sir, I would expect someone of your age to act maturely towards a child." She added coldly.
Micha and I didn't dare say anything else. Her gun would follow later if we didn't stop.
"I have a better idea." Micha says and leaves the room. She asks the nurse if she could call someone. I listen carefully. She was talking to Leila, asking if she could send her driver to pick us up and explained our situation. After that, she spoke in a low voice, cupping her mouth and the receiver of the phone, making sure that no one would listen in. I swear I saw an evil glint in those burgundy eyes of hers.
She comes back in with a smile on her face. "Alright, here's the plan. Leila's going to pick us up here, and we'll be staying over at her place."
"What?" Riza perked up. "Why? That's too rude of us."
"Let me finish first, Auntie Riza." She says politely. "Anyways, she's preparing the space for us, and her brother's will be too busy to care. Besides, Leila loves taking care of sick people. As long as you two behave, that is. She was the one who volunteered her place, anyway." She shrugs.
"Why?" I ask confused.
"Because…" She stops to think for a while. "It's Leila. Does she need to have a reason to be herself?" She asks.
Riza and I shot her suspicious looks.
She just stood there, smiling. I knew she was plotting something. Well, at least I'll be in the same house as Riza and maybe spend three days with her. Feeling sick and totally wasted, that is.
It wasn't long until Leila's driver arrived. Getting to the main gate was the hard part. I had to get Havoc, Falman and Breda to help. My arms draped around Breda and Falman while Riza got help from Havoc.
"Looks like you guys will be away for a while." Havoc mutters.
"You all better behave yourselves or you'll be dodging my riffle bullets." She said strictly. Breda and Falman shook in fear and Havoc turned pale. I smirk.
"Same goes for you, Colonel. Don't forget, we'll be in the same house." She coldly stared at me.
I gulped the lump in my throat.
We finally reached the black shiny car.
Riza slipped in the back seat then I did.
Micha climbed in the front passenger's seat and buckled up. "I should get Leila a puppy or something. She's been so much of a help lately." She talks to herself.
It was a fifteen minute ride to her home, no, her mansion. The driver came to a stop in front of the huge white structure. The driver climbed out, opened my door and Micha's. I couldn't help but look up and gaze in awe at the beautiful house.
"Welcome. Welcome to my humble home." Leila stepped out of the door in a red silk dress with a dragon design, wounding around the dress until the head rested on the center of her chest. "Please, come in. I had the guest room readied and prepared for you." She smiled smugly at me.
"Leila!" Micha exclaimed and tightly hugged her best friend. "Thank you so much for letting us stay over. It was a great idea. I promise, I'll return the favor." Micha grinned.
"There's no need." Leila chuckled and gestured us to come in.
Leila's family is one of the richest among all of Amestris. Her twin brothers, Jason -the older twin- is a popular fashion photographer and does a side of freelancing. Paul, the younger twin, was a fashion designer. Her Xingese mother runs an art school and a modeling agency. Her father was a great structural engineer. He made bridges, buildings, even bases for the military. He was quite an accomplished architect as well.
The grand lobby was gold and red. It had a touch of Amestrian design and a bit of a Xingese design. The floor was covered in a luxurious red carpet; the ceiling had a beautiful painting of angels playing the harp. In the center, were two grand stair cases. Three maids came in to greet us along with an elderly woman.
"This is my housekeeper, Marilyn." Leila introduced us to her.
"Hello, welcome to the Schneider residence, Mr. Mustang, Ms. Hawkeye." She bowed down and the three maids followed. "These three ladies will be serving you for your stay. Now please, follow me into the elevator, your room is located on the third floor. It would be cruel of us to make you use the stairs in that condition." She eyed me and Riza.
We were both pale, and quite red in the cheeks from a fever.
Elevator? Jesus Christ, and I thought it looked huge from the outside! It was as big as the Fuhrer's home. No, bigger.
We stepped in the elevator and made our descend to the third floor. Three corridors to the right and two on the left. Marilyn opened a mahogany door. Me, Riza, Leila and Micha stepped in. it looked like a room in a five-star hotel. A classic fireplace in the center of the room, two bathrooms and two queen sized beds, separated by a bedside table with a lampshade sitting atop it. There was a window next to the other bed.
"We're going to share a room?" Riza asked blankly.
"Yes, I'm sorry for that." Leila says. "My brother's having a shoot on our roof. All the other guest rooms are occupied by the models."
Riza sighed and massaged her temples. "Alright. Thank you so much for accompanying us, Leila." She smiles faintly at her.
Wait… I was going to share a room? With Riza? Someone shoot me, I must be dreaming. And models? Here, in the house? God, sign me in for a life sentence here.
"Auntie Riza, you'll have the one near the door." Micha says cheerfully. "And you," She gave me a dark look, "You're staying near the window. If you guys need anything, just pull the bell. Either the maids or I will come. I'll leave you to Leila, I have to get some things."
She walks past the maids, Marilyn, and Leila.
Riza and I settle in. The maids and the housekeeper left us alone, but Leila stayed. I kicked my boots off, and took my bulky, military jacket off. Riza did the same and let her hair loose. She sat on the bed and covered her legs with the thick, luxurious, goose feather filled duvet covers.
"Leila," Riza starts, "Thank you again."
"No problem, Riza." She smiles. "Besides, Micha and her parents did the same for me multiple times." She smirks.
I collapse face down on the soft bed. "Where did Micha go?" My voice was muffled by the soft pillows.
"She went to get Hayate and some clothes for her and Riza." She answers.
Then I remembered, what about my clothes?
"Don't worry, she's going to your place to get some clothes for you too."
I turn my head to look at her. Riza was already relaxing on the bed. "How? She doesn't have my keys. Does she even know where I live?" I asked.
"Don't worry, Micha's an expert at picking locks." She snickers. "I thought you'd know our backgrounds by now." She says quizzically.
"I do." I say tiredly.
Leila pulls a chair and sits on it. "Tell me what you know."
"Well, you're one of the richest people in all of Amestris." I start.
She chuckles. "Besides that."
I sit up. "It actually puzzles me why you're here. Your parents are at central."
She shrugs. "I love my brothers too much."
"That's not it." I say seriously. "You were already accepted to CUAA, the Central University of Alchemic Arts. That's the best college in this whole country. But shortly, after the death of Micha's parents, you immediately transfer to East University, giving your slot away to your cousin. That's just simply not done." I look at her.
She's definitely interested. She already knew I would know this much about her. "You moved here just because Micha was moving to live in with Riza, correct?" I stare her down.
She closes her eyes and a smile crawls up her face. "Not just that. Did you know how Micha and I were before we came here to East? The things we did, people we knew, the reputation we had?" she slowly opens her eyes, revealing those ice blue eyes. They hid an emotion I couldn't read.
"Micha was a rich, spoiled little bitch, bigger than me." She smirked. "She had everything, did everything. Her parents were nice; she was a daddy's girl. She had a younger brother, Nathan. Now he, was her mother's favorite. Died when he was ten, Micha was twelve. Tragic death too." she spoke clearly and bitterly. She was telling us her best friend's story. "But before I get to how he died, let's go to how I met Micha."
"She was still in grade school, I was already in middle school. She was being bullied, and I helped her out. She didn't like being bullied. I told her to have some guts and beat the crap out of her next time. That was possible. She did gymnastics and track, relatively healthy. She found out I did some Xingese martial art. So I taught her what I knew. We got close after that. She was like a little sister." She shifted in her chair and crossed her legs.
"She beat the crap out of that girl when she tried to bully Micha again. We both got in trouble for that. Her mother scolded her, but her dad was on her side. Shortly after that, her brother died from leukemia. He was a sickly little brat." She obviously disliked him. You can see the disdain in her face at the mention of Micha's brother. "But even if Micha and Nathan got in constant quarrels, Micha loved him dearly. Their parents changed after that. Her father got stricter with teaching her alchemy. Her mother always looked at her scornfully for the trouble Micha would get in from beating people up who tested her strength." Leila shook her head amused.
"Boy, did we cause a bug fuss in Central. We were your resident trouble makers, partners in crime. Micha was always the athletic type. She stopped gymnastics, but never stopped practicing. We learned shooting, she even took archery with me. She never stopped with track and field. Her father also got angry with her. Sent her to boot camp when she was thirteen, but hell, she got kicked out of it." Leila laughed. "That girl is just full of mischief." She shook her head.
"Why did you do it?" Riza asked.
She shrugged. "Kill time. It was fun. My parents could care less. Just as long as I passed my exams, that's all that mattered." She said. "I miss the good old days. But then…" her eyes dropped in sadness. "Micha's parents died. It was horrible. Just devastating. I felt as if my own parents died. But Micha… she didn't even shed a tear, not even at the funeral."
This shocked me. What? How can you not cry at your parent's funeral? What was wrong with her? I almost fell apart when Maes died. If it wasn't for Riza, I don't think I could've ever gotten over the trauma.
"I remember that." Riza spoke up bitterly. "I remember what she told me when I asked her why she wasn't crying. She told me, 'There's no use in crying. That won't bring me anywhere. What's done is done. They're not coming back. I just feel bad that I didn't show them the best side of me when they were alive.' Then she looked up at me and grinned. But I could've sworn, she was falling apart inside. Her eyes say it all." She shook her head silently.
Now I know why she was placing a goodie-goodie act when she arrived here. She wanted to change. She wanted a new life. She didn't want to disappoint Riza either. She didn't want to waste her second chance, moved here because she knew that no one would know her. I shook my head. I suddenly felt bad for her. Losing her brother, her parents, she was all alone. All she had now was Riza and Leila.
"Well, I should leave you guys to rest." Leila stood up. "Do you guys want anything?" she was already at the door.
"I'm ok." Riza said softly.
She looked at me. I shook my head.
"Ok then." She gently closed the door. I heard her walking and the whirring of the elevator.
I was silent.
Riza made herself comfortable and lied down. Covering herself with the duvet. I did the same. I rolled over to my side, facing her bed. She rolled and faced my bed as well.
"Now you know her story, colonel." She says softly. "I'm actually happy to see her act like her old self when she's with you."
I look at her oddly. "Why?" I ask her.
"Because I know she's comfortable with you and trusts you." She smiles meekly.
Trusts me? How can you act that way to a person you trust? She hates me! And you don't need to be a genius to know it.
"She told me, you remind her of her father." She closes her eyes, trying to get some sleep.
"… Really?" I ask in disbelief.
"mmhmm… She says you have the same gaze. The same focused eyes. You also tease her and piss her off like how her father used to." Riza chuckled. She loves Micha very much. She understands her more than anyone. "I always thought you two would get along." She giggled.
"Yeah, right…" I mutter and turn over to my back, facing the white ceiling.
It was silent for a good ten minutes. The ticking of the wall clock seems to get louder. I turn my head to take a look at Riza. She was asleep. I shift to my side once more to look at her. She looked so peaceful. The lurching feeling in my stomach subsided for a while, but my fever burned on. Now you can really call me the flame alchemist. I saw a thermometer on the side table, I took it and pressed it under my armpit. After a while, I took it out and stared at the line in shock, 107 degrees Fahrenheit. What the hell. I was burning up!
Come to think of it, Riza's flushed red too. She shifted on the bed and rolled all the way to the other side. She softly moaned and gripped her stomach. She lay still for the next few minutes and I forced myself to fall asleep. I counted sheep, jumping over a wooden gate. What the hell was up with me these days? I must be losing it. Well, I haven't been on a date for some time now. That must be the reason.
I woke up out of a chill. Damn, it was so cold. It was already dark out. I squinted my eyes toward the clock. It was around seven thirty. I tossed and turned on the bed. My stomach was killing me and the migraine didn't help either. And to top it all off, it was fucking cold. Was the weather PMS-ing or something? It was so hot earlier. I turned to Riza's side. She was under the covers; she was definitely cold as well.
A sly smile crawled up my face. I got out of the bed, took her gun from the side table and tossed it over to my bed. "We won't be needing that." I whispered and crawled into the bed with Riza.
I made myself comfortable next to her and draped my arm over her waist. My head rested on the same pillow she was using. I breathed in the smell of her hair, it as intoxicating. The aroma filled my brain and sent a jolt of electricity down my spine. My grip on her waist tightened, pulling myself closer to her. My chest was brushing against her back.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep again.
I woke up when she was trying to get out of my grip. I cracked one of my eyes open. She was moaning incoherent things. I didn't want to let go.
"Who's this?" she moaned and turned to look at me. Her burgundy eyes met mine. "Colonel?" She mumbled.
"It's Roy." I answered.
Her eyes grew wide. "What the hell are you doing on my bed?" She exclaimed. She tried prying herself out of my grip.
"But Riza…" I whined. "It's so cold." I dug my face into her stomach.
"I-I don't care if you're cold or what, get off me, Colonel!" She was getting frantic. Her cheeks were flushing red.
"Don't be so mean to me, Riza. I'm sick." I whine. My voice was muffled by her shirt.
"Make a fire or something; don't hug me for damn warmth!"
"I don't want to." I whine some more.
"So much for the flame alchemist." She mumbled and started stirring on the bed.
She tried shaking me off and pushing me off the bed. But I always resisted. I had enough strength to resist her. The bed was shaking and making creaking sounds. We stirred in the bed. The duvet covers were getting messed up. I still kept my grip. Why can't she just let me and loosen up?
"You're stomach's going to hurt more if you keep moving." I say.
"Get off me and I'll stop." She says coldly.
"Just stay still and hug me back, dammit. No one's going to know." I say.
"We're in someone else's house, Roy." She was getting tired. She still wouldn't stop. And I thought I was stubborn. She still kept pushing.
I was getting annoyed and I started to stir too. "Why can't you just let me?" I groan.
"Because this looks damn wrong!"
"It does because you keep moving." I tell her bluntly.
"You know…" a voice said by the door. "That does look fucking wrong."
Riza and I turn for the door. Leila was leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed across her chest. she had a smug smile on her face.
Riza gulped and finally was able to push me off the bed. I landed with a loud thump on the floor.
"Ouch, shit." I cussed under my breath.
Leila smirked. "Thank God Micha didn't see this. She would throw a fit… or squeal like a fangirl." She says. "You guys get ready for dinner. It'll be served in twenty minutes. My brothers and some of the models are going to join us." She informs us before leaving.