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Misaki closed the door behind her and walked into the street, lit on either side by streetlamps. It was still summer and so it was warm enough for Misaki to walk home with just a t-shirt.

"The local authorities are wasting the money by keeping the lights on," she mused. "Imagine the money they would save if they turned it off. It's not as if we can't see; the sun's still up." Misaki's heart fell for she could see all too well.

Young women, her own age, were enjoying the carefree life that students lived. It wasn't for lack of brains that she hadn't gone to uni. In fact she had passed the entrance exams with flying colours! But in spite of her father returning to their home about 4 years ago there were still debts that had to be paid. The interest alone on the loans that she would've had to take out would have been too much.

And so she had continued to work in the maid café where she had secretly started. No one from Seika had ever realised and the pay was good, so there was no reason for her to stop.

"Oh you're so funny!" a couple walked across the street, the girl hanging off the boy's arm. "Mr Usui, I never knew you were such a gentleman."

"God help me, that girl's trilly laughter is going to kill my eardrums." Misaki grimaced and clapped her hands over her ears but not before she had seen the man the girl was talking to.

There was something about him. He was definitely gaijin, or at least had a foreign parent, because his hair didn't look bleached and he was speaking Japanese easily. Suddenly he looked across at her and grinned; a sexy, teasing smile.

"Whaat?!" Misaki could feel the blush creep up her neck. This man had saw her with her hands clapped to her ears and the MOST unattractive expression on her face. Wait, she didn't care about boys, not when there were jobs to do! She sent him a glare that said 'You don't faze me one bit pretty boy'.

Takumi's POV

This was another boring girl, driven to silliness just because of my wealth. For once, I just needed ANYONE to see the real me. Was that really too much to ask?

And I needed to find a wife who I could tolerate within the week or I could kiss my position as the Walker heir goodbye.

I told the most stupid joke I could think of and still she laughed, wrapping her arm around mine and saying that I was SO funny. Did she think that I was stupid? That was when I felt the gaze of someone else on me.

The starer was a girl, more like a woman in her early twenties. She was dressed in old jeans that she carried off surprisingly well. The expression on her face; now THAT was amusing. At my grin she became self-conscious, flapping her arms slightly like a bird before giving me a glare so ominous that I felt myself shiver involuntarily.

This was a girl who would keep me on my toes. That was when I decided to cross the street, much to the surprise of the person beside me and the girl who was soon staring straight into his eyes without a trace of fear.

"Will you marry me?" I found myself asking.