Stumbling Over Love | ✓

Chapter 63

_Chapter 63~ Stumbling Over Love_

         Needless to say, as soon as we arrived at the site where Erika had given us the details to, I kind of regretted coming to such a lively function.

I was not a party person.

The same could really be said for Satoru, too, because when we entered through the doors only to find a swarm of raucous teenagers, we were both not very impressed. Granted, it was Erika's birthday and she had invited anyone she could get into contact with—which clearly proved to be the entire school population—thus I rooted myself to the promise to stay until the end, at least for this one event. Still, for somebody who had arrived and had been fairly new to the city, she had mustered a mass hold of connections I could only wish to have.

As music pounded through the back speakers of the dark room, it resounded against my heart as if it were a drum. I remained at my position beside Satoru near the rear end of the room where the snacks and drinks were being handed out.

          "Why did we even come here?" Satoru murmured, picking up yet another peanut butter cookie from the stack on the table. He'd already eaten about four since we arrived.

          I scowled at him for ever saying such a thing. "Because we're here to celebrate with my cousin," I enunciated. "She went out of her way for mine so this is the least I can do for her."

           "But even without going large scale you were still satisfied with a small gathering," Satoru pointed out, reaching to swipe the last cookie.

          I snatched it before he could dare eat it. Satoru gaped in disbelief as I took a bite. Humming with my cheeks full, I flashed him a cheeky smile.

          "Reina!"

          "You basically finished them," I told him with a snort. "I want the last one."

          Satoru didn't look to elated but most likely recalling the whole ice cream bit earlier, he didn't refute. It wasn't long before he began snacking on the other options.

          Chewing down the rest of the thing, I took a moment to scour the surroundings for any sight of my cousin. Where could she be anyway? This was her party. The obvious thing would be for her to be present.

           "Reina, want to dance to pass the time?" Satoru asked.

           "But aren't we clumsy dancers?" I countered with a cocked brow.

           Dusting the crumbs off his hands, Satoru nodded. "For a slow song, sure," he said, a tiny smirk curving up the corners of his lips. "But we can always fix that."

         Before I could ponder his vague statement, Satoru fastened his hand over mine and lead me towards the DJ of the party. His back against us, sporting ink black clothing and hat, messy red strands of hair poked out. The male was flicking switches and amplifying sounds with one hand, bobbing his head and holding his headphones to his ear with the other.

          "Excuse me," Satoru spoke loudly to catch his attention over the slow tune. "Think I can request a song change?"

           Almost reluctantly, the male tilted his head to the side view. This time his red bangs rested flatly over his black shades because obvious to me. "Whatcha looking for?" he responded, voice heavy with a thick accent of some sort.