Hello fellow human beings. I'm currently writing a story and the part I showed Mark, he said it was sweet.

Awwwww, how happy he made me. Shoot, for a moment there I forgot how to spell 'happy'. Hahahahhahahahaha.

Anyway, I thought I would show you guys a bit of it, so here it is.

But then, a person picked up the books. Not only that, he dusted them, pick up the rest of the stuff from her bag that was on the sidewalk, placed them back in and hurried towards her. As he approached, Eri could make out the build of the person, a size of a 17-year old, and as he bend down, Eri could see his face.

It was a kind face.

Eri should probably be moving now, as the boy started talking. However she could only continue staring. Of course it was in Japanese; what else to expect? But this time round, he was speaking slowly. She could even make out some English words in his attempt.

"You oo-kay? I armp soar-ri."

Eri felt like crying again, but it wasn't because she was sad. It was because someone had actually said sorry to her. And she actually understood. She tried hard to smile, but she only managed a grimace.

The boy smiled, and Eri noticed, that the boy was a handsome one, and the smile she was bestowed upon was angelic. Eri could feel a blush building up, so she lowered her head as the boy said, "Hora."

Hora, she knew that. It means 'here'. The boy placed the bag on her lap and offered his hand as he stood up straight. Eri looked at the hand she was offered with a baffled expression, but took it anyway.

In her best Japanese accent, she said, "Arigato gosaima."

Shoot, she messed up. Eri blushed again as the boy laughed. But then the boy pointed at her and said, "You loss-su?"

'Loss-su'? Lost? Oh. Eri had to smile. The Japanese way of pronoucing English words is actually pretty hilarious. Eri nodded.

Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhh. Lalalala. *goes off to study Japanese.*