A flash of lightning and then rainfall in her descent, these skies of silver and white chased to hues of grey and blue. Wafting through Reina's apartment the fragrance of coffee, infectious and sweet. Notes of vanilla hung in the air, a rich roast to start the day right. And thus with a smile Reina could greet the day. "I hope you like it." Reina spoke of you with fondness. Someone who had bailed her out countless times, when she needed someone to watch her son Itaru, or help her fix her tires, or simply hanging out with her while she did laundry.

The soft knock at her door informed her of your arrival. And with a warm expression she opened the door to her destiny. "So you came....Good morning." Reina's smile always seemed brighter when you were around. "Come in, come in. I'll grab you some coffee. Just sit at the kitchen table."

"I'm glad you're here." Reina was back in the kitchen. With a slender stroke her fingers seized the handle of a cappuccino cup. "I got these on sale from the Don Quijote store. You're the first person to try out these cups." Three sugars and some creamer sunk and mixed into a stir, served to you from your big tittied, big heart neighbor. Reina took her seat across the table from you. It seemed a day like any other. There she sat in her white sweater, her red lipstick, hair shining from the light which flowed through the room from the window behind them.

And though you sat in silence it was one bred in familiarity. Ever bright Reina's smile remained. Her eyes looked over you with sweet affection, committing to memory every detail she could. The way you drank your coffee, how your shoulders relaxed when you were at ease, the way you said her name and looked at her–––Reina was a woman in love. Would you finally understand this woman was trying to make you a husband and a father?