(EMIYA LEE)
I imagined that being alone with Mr. Mendoza's daughter was gonna feel a little awkward for me, but it's pleasant to know that I was wrong. We both were getting to know each other very well, she still seemed a little shy to talk, but that's understandable. I mean I'm a total stranger intruding in her home. I don't get why Felipe allowed Marisol to show me around. As a parent, I would have thought that you wouldn't want your child walking alone with people you've barely even met.
"Hey Marisol."
When I called for her, she stopped dead in her tracks to face my direction.
"May I ask you one thing?"
"Go on." Replied Marisol.
"Where...where's your mother?" I reluctantly asked.
