You Scowled at your parents. They never told wewe They were going to file a divorce! wewe knew there would be a probability that they would, due to the fact they always fighted on which family business wewe went into. But wewe weren’t expecting that until wewe were 14. BUT AT THE AGE OF 7?! What the hell was wrong with them? A few days later, wewe had your things ready and bid a farewell to your mother, as wewe and your father were moving to America. As wewe walked out wewe looked to your mother for a last time, no longer able to predict your future thanks to your new change.
“But WHY do I need to go onto this first date?! I don’t even KNOW this Kyoya person wewe speak of! “ wewe looked to your father angrily. He had set wewe up on a first tarehe with a family friend’s son, apparently because they had “big plans” for the both of you. wewe hated it when they did that, but it was only logical to them, both of them being from big companies and all. But it wasn’t always fair to you. wewe were expected to take on the family business, marry some unknown man in 4 years, and expectantly jiunge companies. It just wasn’t fair on your perspective. Sighing and unclenching your grasp from the fine glass table, wewe gave in.
“Fine, I’ll go on your stupid date.” Your father quickly gave wewe a kiss on the forehead while mumbling a thanks and how grateful he was as wewe reached into your mfuko wa fedha, mfuko sitting on the meza, jedwali and took out your digital planner. The only siku wewe were free was on Saturday, so wewe took that siku for your first tarehe with the stranger, not knowing what would happen.
_________________________________ON SATURDAY________________________________________
wewe watched as the small black limo drove away, instantly leaving wewe alone to wait for the stranger Kyoya. As your father had told you, He had black hair and glasses, and would meet wewe at the restaurant for your date. Bringing a curled stray (H/C) lock behind your ear, wewe looked around. The mitaani, mtaa where wewe were waiting was no place for wewe au your dress to be, since your dress was a white floor length one with only one shoulder strap, so wewe walked into the restaurant. Sure enough was a very handsome man waiting there. Taking a moment to drink him up, wewe secretly looked him up and down. He had Raven black Hair and glasses, and was wearing a black tux. Taking your hand in his, he shook it slightly before properly introducing himself.
“ Hello there miss, my name is Kyoya Otori. I’m sure wewe are ______? Am I correct?” Looking to him, wewe blushed and nodded. “Excellent. I am sure wewe are as intellectual as my father tells me wewe are, so I am quite sure we’ll get along fine. Come and have a seat.”
As wewe were led to the meza, jedwali kwa the waiter, wewe couldn’t stop stealing glances at Kyoya. Damn He was cute! Sitting properly at the table, wewe both ordered what wewe wanted and sat for a moment in silence, like it was some sort of funeral. After a couple of minutes, wewe both started a conversation, asking each other a flood of questions. Soon enough wewe were both in a deep conversation about your family businesses, and what the other’s parent “expected” for your “future”, barely even noticing when the waiter came kwa and brought your food.
Once wewe were finished with your conversation, the both of wewe snapped back into reality, realizing wewe were both famished. Using the silver cutlery, wewe delicately cut the chakula wewe had and ate it; Just as wewe were taught. After wewe were both finished, wewe went back into conversation, and the way he looked at you; it was so loving, it was like wewe were the upendo of his life, just through the first date.
Once wewe were both finished with your conversation and your dinner, he brought wewe home; stopping wewe from going inside before wewe were pulled into a deep, sweet kiss. Though it was short, it was sweet. Just like candy.
Afterwards, once wewe were already inside, it was like wewe floated to your room where wewe changed into your pajamas and went to bed, only wondering when you’d see him again.
“But WHY do I need to go onto this first date?! I don’t even KNOW this Kyoya person wewe speak of! “ wewe looked to your father angrily. He had set wewe up on a first tarehe with a family friend’s son, apparently because they had “big plans” for the both of you. wewe hated it when they did that, but it was only logical to them, both of them being from big companies and all. But it wasn’t always fair to you. wewe were expected to take on the family business, marry some unknown man in 4 years, and expectantly jiunge companies. It just wasn’t fair on your perspective. Sighing and unclenching your grasp from the fine glass table, wewe gave in.
“Fine, I’ll go on your stupid date.” Your father quickly gave wewe a kiss on the forehead while mumbling a thanks and how grateful he was as wewe reached into your mfuko wa fedha, mfuko sitting on the meza, jedwali and took out your digital planner. The only siku wewe were free was on Saturday, so wewe took that siku for your first tarehe with the stranger, not knowing what would happen.
_________________________________ON SATURDAY________________________________________
wewe watched as the small black limo drove away, instantly leaving wewe alone to wait for the stranger Kyoya. As your father had told you, He had black hair and glasses, and would meet wewe at the restaurant for your date. Bringing a curled stray (H/C) lock behind your ear, wewe looked around. The mitaani, mtaa where wewe were waiting was no place for wewe au your dress to be, since your dress was a white floor length one with only one shoulder strap, so wewe walked into the restaurant. Sure enough was a very handsome man waiting there. Taking a moment to drink him up, wewe secretly looked him up and down. He had Raven black Hair and glasses, and was wearing a black tux. Taking your hand in his, he shook it slightly before properly introducing himself.
“ Hello there miss, my name is Kyoya Otori. I’m sure wewe are ______? Am I correct?” Looking to him, wewe blushed and nodded. “Excellent. I am sure wewe are as intellectual as my father tells me wewe are, so I am quite sure we’ll get along fine. Come and have a seat.”
As wewe were led to the meza, jedwali kwa the waiter, wewe couldn’t stop stealing glances at Kyoya. Damn He was cute! Sitting properly at the table, wewe both ordered what wewe wanted and sat for a moment in silence, like it was some sort of funeral. After a couple of minutes, wewe both started a conversation, asking each other a flood of questions. Soon enough wewe were both in a deep conversation about your family businesses, and what the other’s parent “expected” for your “future”, barely even noticing when the waiter came kwa and brought your food.
Once wewe were finished with your conversation, the both of wewe snapped back into reality, realizing wewe were both famished. Using the silver cutlery, wewe delicately cut the chakula wewe had and ate it; Just as wewe were taught. After wewe were both finished, wewe went back into conversation, and the way he looked at you; it was so loving, it was like wewe were the upendo of his life, just through the first date.
Once wewe were both finished with your conversation and your dinner, he brought wewe home; stopping wewe from going inside before wewe were pulled into a deep, sweet kiss. Though it was short, it was sweet. Just like candy.
Afterwards, once wewe were already inside, it was like wewe floated to your room where wewe changed into your pajamas and went to bed, only wondering when you’d see him again.