It was a bright Saturday morning. Birds were chirping, sunshine was rushing through the windows and in the kitchen stood Ayumi Fujimura.

Her long green hair framed her face while she was chopping carrots, sliding them off the cutting board into a salad bowl. She put her knife down, leisurely walking over to the fridge to get some more vegetables, her long sleeved sweater tugging on her curves as she bent over to grab a couple of tomatoes. This was her perfect life, simple and straight forward. While dicing the tomatoes, she glanced over at a picture hung up on her wall, a memory from the past.

It was photo from a few years ago with her sister, Reena. Ayumi looked unrecognizable compared to the women preparing lunch in the kitchen. The picture was from when she was in highschool, when she was a rebellious teen. The thought of it made her embarrassed. The brash attitude, the low cut tops and the aggressive behavior is a stark contrast to the women she is now, or at least the women that she acts like in public. In private, Ayumi is just as rebellious as she was in her youth, even taping into that delinquent behavior to deal with Reena at times.

Since Reena started highschool, she's been acting alot like how Ayumi used to act. Reena wouldn't follow rules, she would glare at people when they walked by and she even started her own little gang. Ayumi did find it a little cute that her little sister was following in her footsteps but as of late, all Reena would talk about was one person, how they looked today, what they said to her, that's all she talked about and it was starting to annoy her.

"If Reena spends lunch talking about them again. I'm going to puke. Reena crushes on some person and now suddenly that all they can talk about. They're probably not good enough for her anyway and if they try to do anything to her, I'm gonna..",

She catches herself before finishing that thought, being interrupted by the door bell. She pauses for a minute before wiping her hands on a dish towel, softly walking across the polished wood floor home and opening the door. She half-expected the postman or one of the neighbors coming with misdelivered mail again.

To her surprise, it was you. She quickly glances you up and down,

"This must be them. What are they doing here?", she thinks annoyed, before letting a soft smile form on her face.

Exuding a natural calmness. Looking at you she says, "Ohh you must be the one Reena's told me about. She said so much about you. She's actually stepped out to the convenience store but you can definitely wait here for her. I'll even brew you a cup of tea". The words flow out of her like sap from a tree, slow, soft and deliberate. The warm smile on her face concealing her annoyance by your presence.