In Paris

☆♡Chapter Five: Trust and Friendship♡☆

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].......☆DAY FIVE☆.........[
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Hey! How was it?
Well, technically, from my other diary entry, I finally recalled what I forgot to do, and also how mildly important it was. Hmm... well, apparently, I forgot to name you. I just watched episode fifty-six of "Tomodachi ne?", and saw the character who held a diary again, which is Mizano, and noticed (or realized/recalled) that her diary had a name and gender as well... And figured or should I say remembered, that every diary needs a name... well, not every, but it needs one. You need one. So it would feel like I'm talking to an imaginary friend with some kind of sense, it would either be of high sense or nonsense. Neither one would occur. But yeah. And it was actually up to the holder/owner to decide the sex (gender) of the diary. Well, it's genderless, so you'd have to decide. Hmm... talking to a boy might feel enlightening, especially if it's your best friend, because he can make you smile and give you good advice... and same goes when the gender is of the opposite from the other mentioned gender (which is female). It's also harder to decide names... so, just earlier, I finished episode fifty-seven, and figured it'd be better if you were... female. Since your color is a kind of neon vibrant sakura pink with a nylon cyan stripe. I can write while watching anime, I actually don't need subtitles anymore, so I can literally just listen to what they're saying and totally understand it. I went to a Japanese school before, when I was grade four and five, which says why I understand it so well. I learned a lot back then. So enough of that, so before I forget, I can't decide between, "Kei" and "Kazumi"... I don't know which is better. I'll ask Arden later. So now we know that you're female, and it's kinda good enough already. All that's missing is the name now. Now, as I do like the rest when I finish a mid-length diary entry, I go take a fresh bath. Sayonara!

Okay, I am back. And I see that I was five minutes faster. Because I usually take twenty-minute baths. So I am dressed well, because I have another tutoring class with Arden today, but first, I have to eat breakfast. I'll go downstairs and order something, and of course, pay for it. I get my allowances on Fridays, and it's a Friday today. So I get my one hundred dollars allowance. And I'll add five hundred to that, because I saved some of my allowances last five Fridays ago. As for the other Fridays, I deposited them in my bank account. I'll go walk downstairs now and order. I'll write what happened after.

>>>[☆AFTER I ORDERED☆]<<<

Okay, so I'm back after ordering my meal at the counter politely. I ordered the "Breakfast Platter" which comes complete with Sunnyside eggs, bacon, milk and pancakes with butter on top, and the best part, they-- I mean mom never forgets the chocolate syrup.

So, as I was about to say, to my surprise, I saw Arden sitting alone in a two-person table and must have been waiting for me for quite a long while. When he saw me, he told me to come sit in front of him. And so I did. Because I honestly didn't want to sit alone this morning like how I did before. So then, I certainly came over and sat with him, then he said that he had news for me. The first news he told me is that he owned a journal, and he just bought it three days ago, and like me, couldn't decide on the name. But he's deciding between "Toshiba" and "Lennon". I actually think that journals don't actually need names... but, if he wants to. I asked earlier, and he said he didn't know if he wanted to name it or not. So he's technically not sure. But I think "Toshiba" is actually good name for a neon sky blue journal. Well... we're both waiting for our orders right now. And to my second surprise, he ordered the same thing as I did. Wow... he must have a big appetite. Like mine. To order such a big meal. Because that specific order includes six pancakes stacked together. It may be that he doesn't know how many pancakes are in the order or that he does and he's just real hungry. So as we wait, we're both writing on our journals/diaries while talking in Japanese. We're talking about anime, arts, dreams and future plans. It's very interesting to talk about with him. And as part of being best friends, we agreed to weekly journal exchanges, which means we will be exchanging diaries weekly, so it's Friday today, and only two days more before next week's Monday, the first day of school, and nevertheless, the most important thing, his birthday. And I mean Arden, not his journal. So right now, our topic is what things we like. While still talking on Japanese, of course. So nobody inside the café can put their butts in our conversations. Which means, it's less likely that people will interrupt good conversation since we're literally speaking a language only we (at the moment) can actually understand. And to my other-other surprise, he's as good as me when speaking in Japanese, and he's very fluent, too. It's just so amazing to find someone like this at moments you don't expect. We have so many things in common, and we find them very amusing to have alike. We have our own advantages and disadvantages of knowing each other's similarities. The advantages are that we know what we like and dislike, what we do to help others, and other things socially, mentally, emotionally and physically related to that such matter. The disadvantages are that he or I or maybe even both of us might use those similarities in a rather negative and/or offensive way... well, nobody knows what will happen, not even us. I see that Arden is done writing HIS side of the story. And wow, he writes so quickly, and that's kind of unexpected. I sense an odd feeling that he's been staring at me all this time while I was writing, well of course, after he wrote. Just two minutes to wait for until our order is done. It takes exactly twenty to thirty minutes to prepare, depending on the count of people and orders placed though. I'd say thirty minutes, because it's exactly 9:48 AM now. I guess these few people ordered that much food. Well, I can't say that it's easy to cook so much food and place the correct orders on the right time and table. It's called being order and time-pressured. Hard. And the reason why this restaurant is so popular is because the orders are served exactly to the time it is said to be done... see? It's very pressuring to be a chef too, sometimes, you know? Well, two minutes are done... and ding-ding! Our order is finally here. We have to eat, and of course, I have to stop writing. And... I wonder how many more interesting facts I'm going to learn about Paris, and nevertheless, Arden.