Ouran Host Club with the American

Her

"So we're all standing at the top of the Empire State Building and Range starts singing about wet dreams in tomatoes," I told to my guest at the host club while laughing along with my guest, "Then everyone started arguing about if a tomato is a fruit or not."

Everyone laughed then someone asked, "Then what happened?"

Excitedly I opened my mouth to share more but the remembrance of what had happened made me feel unsure if I should share with them. "And then..." I staled as I tried to make up my mind but luckily I didn't have to.

My phone began to ring, looked at the screen to see Haha flashing. I looked up to my group and smiled, "Sorry, I have to take this. It's my mo-" I stopped myself, "I mean my other-." I just smiled and started again, "It's my boss. I'll be right back."

I got up from my seat answering the phone as I made my way out to the empty hall, "Yes Haha?" I answered.

"Brianna darling," She said excitedly, "I have a job for you!"

"And what might that be?"I asked leaning back on the doors of music room three.

Quickly she began to explain, "I have a customer in France, and she would like a gown to be customarily made for her. She closer to your age only a year or two older than you, so I figured better you than some old fart in the office. I just need you to call her and ask her a few questions about the gown, draw me up a few designs then get back to me okay? Okay! I sent you the number already, goodbye!"

"Wait wait!" I shouted trying hard to stop her before she hung up.

"Yes Bri?"

I let out a sigh of relief knowing I caught her, this woman moves so fast she could win the Olympics is they had sewing machines and cell phones. "I don't even know her name."

"Oh, you are to adders her as, Lady Éclair."

"Lady Éclair?" I clarified.

"Yes darling, call me later okay. Goodbye now."

"Goodbye." I said hanging up the phone.

I checked my phone messages to find the phone number and quickly called it as I reached into my bag pulling out a notepad to take notes. After about two ring a woman's soft voice answered the phone, "Hello, this is the Éclair residence how may I help you?"

"Yes hello, I would like to speak with Lady Éclair. Is she home?" Oh god that was a stupid question! I'm totally blowing this already and I haven't even been on the phone for over four seconds.

"I'm afraid Lady Éclair is out at the moment, may I ask who's calling?"

I gasped, "I didn't introduce myself?" Giving myself a smack to the forehead I said, "I truly apologize, I'm new to this. I'm Brianna Mac an intern for Hitachiin Fashion from Ouran Academy, and now I'm giving you way too much information. I'm sorry."

The woman chuckled, "It's alright."

"To you," I laughed as I talked to this complete stranger from France, and I'm just now realizing I'm still speaking in Japanese and not French. "Hey you speak Japanese!" Another smack to the forehead for stupid accusations.

"Yes... Um... I'm sorry did you say you went to Ouran Academy? You don't sound like you're from Japan." The woman seemed hesitant to ask.

I took a sigh, "No, I'm a foreign student. I know how did such a screw up like me get in?"

She laughed a bit more saying, "No, it's just my son goes there. He was a foreign student as well, though he started in the middle school a few years ago."