He was indifferently looked at the car driving along the highway with his tired eyes. He needed to wait for the arrival of the bus at number 17. He really wanted to smoke at least one cigarette, but he knew well how you do not like the smell of cigarette smoke. And he wanted you like him. Damn, he madly wanted you like him. From thoughts, he was distracted by a soft touch of his forearm. Having lifted his eyes, he looked, gladly noting that it is you.

"Next time I will not go on your stubbornness and I'll come to pick you up by car. And I no longer want to hear about saving fuel and «on the bus I am also comfortable, Nanami». I am a businessman in the end."

He ignored your giggle and handed you a bouquet of delicious smelling roses, correcting the strand of your hair sliding on the face.

«Look fabulously. I do not even know who I want to be more in a fairy tale with you: prince or dragon.»