AN: Shout out to Dota for the reviews! :D I'm glad you like this story!
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The next morning, Sora felt giddy.
Her second date with Leon went pretty smooth: no injuries, no car wrecks, and no ambulance. It went so well that Leon asked her out for a third date this coming Saturday.
She smiled to herself. Maybe then I can do it.
She liked the kisses on the cheek and the hugs - she received her second hug from him at the end of the night before they parted - but she felt like it was getting close to the time for it, especially with how she felt about him.
Yes, she was going to do The Kiss - right on the lips. Her cheeks slightly turned red. At the end of our Saturday date, I'll do it. The little butterflies in her stomach were hyper with the decision.
"Ah, Sora," Rosetta tentatively said from behind her, "You're spilling orange juice everywhere."
Sora abruptly moved her finger from the button pushing for oj on the drink machine, her small cup brimming with the substance. "Oh no!" she cried, seeing that she had gotten the liquid on the floor and on the counter.
Quickly, she grabbed some napkins and started cleaning up the mess.
Shoot shoot shoot!
How absentminded could she be?
A stringy, off white mop was plopped near her hand. She blinked as it moved over the floor, soaking up the spilled orange juice.
"Oh, thanks Ken."
Ken nodded, but stayed silent. Sora straightened up and started wiping down the counter as Ken did the floor. She was glad she had a friend like him that thought of these things. It would take her much longer to clean up with only napkins.
Ken's eyes drifted over to Sora every now and then, thinking about how he had yet to do anything substantial that portrayed his feelings for her. He made attempts to, time and again, but they've all failed.
A direct approach is needed.
"Sora," he said, waiting until she looked at him, "I need to talk to you after breakfast."
She blinked at the serious tone, but agreed. "Alright."
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After breakfast, Sora stood outside under a big tree.
It was pretty sunny today so she felt like some shade would be good for their talk. Her brows furrowed in concern. He seemed pretty serious. I hope he's ok.
Well, if he needed her help, she'd be more than willing to do so.
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Ken stepped outside and spotted Sora under a tree.
He took a calming breath in, smoothed his hair over with his free hand and then walked over, keeping his hand with the rose behind his back.
This is it.
It was going to happen today, no matter the consequences.
"Thanks for meeting me Sora."
The star gave him a small smile. "Of course, Ken. What can I help you with?"
Ok, let's ease her into it. "I had a question that I thought you could help me answer." With a flourish, his hand with the rose appeared in front of her and he noted her wide eyes. "Would you like this if I gave it to you?"
Sora blinked once, twice, and then tilted her head.
"What?"
Reword it. Simplify it. "Do you like this rose?"
She blinked. "Well, yeah."
"Then keep it." He held it out more to her.
"Oh," she started, confusion clear in her voice, "Thanks?"
She's not getting it. He bit back the urge to sigh. "What do you think about the color?"
She turned the rose this way and that, her finger touching the lush red petals. "It's a pretty color, but - " she halted in her speech, some realization dawning and showing on her face.
Ken waited in anticipation. She gets it now! Red really was the universal language of romance.
"Ken," Sora said with a smile, "You don't have to worry, she'll like whatever you choose."
Wait. What? "Who's she?"
"May," she chirruped. "You two are dating, right? You wanted my option on the rose idea?"
This time he did slap his palm to his forehead. Blasted double date is coming back to haunt me! "I'm not dating May!" he bit out, "You're the 'she' you are referring to!"
Her nose scrunched up in confusion. "I don't get it."
Ken threw his hands up in the air and half yelled to the heavens. He was at his wit's end with this and he was tired of not having her understand him.
"I like you!"
"So do I," she easily responded back with a smile. "You're a good friend."
"Not like that!" he bemoaned. "Most definitely not like a friend!"
Words were failing him left and right. His gift misunderstood, his admittance plain but still misunderstood...!
Action! He decided. That's the only way she'll understand it!
He let go of his hair, having been pulling it in aggravation and stepped right in front of her. She was wide eyed as his hands gripped her upper arms and she was pulled against him, her sound of surprise quickly muffled over.
He kissed her.
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AN: And Ken finally does what he's been wanting to do!