"So... What really happened?" Midori popped the question as soon as they sat at a table with two trays of food before them.
"Basically, it's the cultural clash between two people of different races."
Susan stabbed into her chicken steak and cut it into smaller pieces.
"Minato-san wanted me to wear a kimono and act like a proper Japanese lady when I come to meet his grandfather, and I..."
Desperation painted itself across her face in wild hand gestures and widened eyes.
"I am not a Japanese lady."
"Of course you are not, and you shouldn't have to be one," Midori said.
Susan scoffed.
"Tell that to Minato. He tried to turn me into someone that his grandfather would approve of, and I didn't want that."
Her greenish-blue eyes, usually sparkling, dimmed with despair as she let out a long, weary sigh, her hands forming a fragile arch beneath her chin.
