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Drop top, how we rollin' down on Collins South Beach
[ It's an afternoon like any other in April, crisp and clear skies, the air dusted with the soft tufts of falling sakura blossoms as the trees begin to shed for the changing seasons. With it always comes the promise of something new, something different, and she can practically feel the hope and excitement buzzing through the air as the students finish the first day of the new year. Many are looking forward to a new beginning, a new chance to either salvage their grades or, perhaps, to make new friends and join new clubs. It's a season of promise.
But as much as that remains largely true for her, it's also the start of the end of her life as she knows it. She's only in her second year, but even now her father has lined up tutors after tutors to instruct her on how to perform exactly perfectly on her exams to prepare her for university. It helps that learning comes naturally to her, and for whatever reason she doesn't have to study quite as hard or as diligently to yield the same results, but her father insists that she attends to her lessons all the same.
"You will be the next head of the family business".
These are the gruff words spoken through a magnificent snow-white beard of her father, and she can practically hear them even now as she walks from her school. She bypasses the chauffeur in the black western car waiting outside the gates of the school for her, just as easily as she pushes those words to the back of her mind. Now's not the time to worry about such things, after all. Not when she's set to meet someone soon, and it wouldn't be courteous to the one she's meeting if she comes to him with a furrowed brow and a frown.
It's an easy train ride and a few blocks away of walking to a certain park, and in that certain park is a certain someone. She recognizes him immediately... but she does not go to him immediately. ]
Guess who~?
[ He'll find two hands coming up behind him, a soft giggle decorating her words like a bell. ]
But as much as that remains largely true for her, it's also the start of the end of her life as she knows it. She's only in her second year, but even now her father has lined up tutors after tutors to instruct her on how to perform exactly perfectly on her exams to prepare her for university. It helps that learning comes naturally to her, and for whatever reason she doesn't have to study quite as hard or as diligently to yield the same results, but her father insists that she attends to her lessons all the same.
"You will be the next head of the family business".
These are the gruff words spoken through a magnificent snow-white beard of her father, and she can practically hear them even now as she walks from her school. She bypasses the chauffeur in the black western car waiting outside the gates of the school for her, just as easily as she pushes those words to the back of her mind. Now's not the time to worry about such things, after all. Not when she's set to meet someone soon, and it wouldn't be courteous to the one she's meeting if she comes to him with a furrowed brow and a frown.
It's an easy train ride and a few blocks away of walking to a certain park, and in that certain park is a certain someone. She recognizes him immediately... but she does not go to him immediately. ]
Guess who~?
[ He'll find two hands coming up behind him, a soft giggle decorating her words like a bell. ]