SUMIRE
Sumire twirls her hair as she continues to red. After a while, the inappropriate poems stopped and she found some sweet ones. So, he can be sweet. Sumire giggled, 'I can see why he didn't want me to read this in front of him. I didn't know he knew such pretty language.'
Sumire was too busy focusing on the poems that she didn't notice when the doors opened.
"Hopefully you passed the embarrassing ones."
She looks up and sees Yuhi with a tray in his hands. There were two large dishes covered, and two smaller plates. Two glasses and a bottle of wine and water.
Yuhi smirked, catching her looking at the wine. "No drinking for you, that's for me."
Sumire pouted. "Isn't it fine? You're here with me. So, I won't be drinking too much."
Yuhi shook his head. "I need you sober, to fulfil your promise."
