Hard-bound books all ligned up in shelves, Silence that strikes in to the ears and The fragrance of ink-blotted papers. You may call it Library, but in my case, I called it playground back then as a child and most of all, It's not a library in the first place. It was my Dad's office.
As a child, My father would always take me with him in his office. I'd always go there and play with those hard-bound books. I'd pile them up and build a castle. I'd act out as a prince. . .
. . . And as for the princess. . . He'd always. . .
Wait. I can't remember. . . who was it. . . ?
I felt nostalgic while I whip down the waffle mixture.
If not because of that annoying korean guy with blonde hair. No. That Pineapple guy, I would have just ordered some pizzas For dinner this Friday night.
"Aia! Where's the waffle?" Ren shouted.
"I'm mixing it pineapple guy!"
"What did you say. . . ?" He walked inside the kitchen and glared at me with his hands on his waist.
I face him while holding the mixing bowl.
“I’m mixing it, master.” I plastered a smile with an annoying look.
“Ha-ha. Funny.” He walked closer and dipped his finger in to the mixture.
He grinned at me with a really, really suspicious look in his eyes.
He smudged the mixture in his finger towards the bridge of my nose.
“You look cute!” He burst out laughing.
“An-no-ying.” I looked at him with blank eyes then placed the mixture into the pan and placed it in the oven.
“Hey. . . I’m sorry. . . You look way too scary when you’re angry. . . “
I still looked at him with blank eyes, without cleaning off the waffle mixture in my nose.
I am annoyed. For real.
“Who says I’m angry?”
“Well, you look like that when you’re angry. Like when we were still kids. . .” He brushed off the mixture away with his hand. “. . . your eyes were blank, it looks so dark. Anyone would think you’re a zombie or a vampire or something creepier.”
I laughed. For some sort of reason. . . I laughed.
“Hey. You laughed!” He smiled in awe. Just like when a kid solved a puzzle he spent hours on. So he can smile like that. . . huh?
What an innocent smile.
“Yeah, yeah.” I shrugged.
“By the way, Aia. You really can’t remember me. . . ?” His eyes looked sad for a moment there.
I shot him with a blank stare.
“. . . So I guess. . . you really can’t remember, huh?”
“Wha- Hey. Don’t kid with me. You’re teasing me again.” Yeah. I bet he’s just playing some kind of prank on me. He’s just toying me.
I walked out of the kitchen when he grabbed my left arm.
“Aia. . .” He looked at me with earnest eyes. “. . .We were childhood friends. We . . . used to play-“
