I never had a girl to my apartment, even if one of my friends were dating at the time. I felt a little uncomfortable having Yuko, added to the fact that I knew who she was now. She made herself at home while I tried to find something in the kitchen. Of course, I gave up trying, knowing that I was nervous as hell.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I have no clue," I answered.
"Why don't you sit down?"
I needed to since I was unnerved. I sat down beside her, well almost. I sat near the edge of the couch, as she looked at me shaking.
"Why are you over there?" she asked.
"Sorry," I was still shaking. I tried to scoot over before she met me on my side.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "I'm totally different outside the show."
"I know," I said. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what to say."
"Well then, say it."
"What do I say? You hear it all the time."
"You mean like, 'I love you Yuko, let's get married!', those things right?"
"Something along the range of that."
"Why can't I find anybody that I like to know first before falling in love?"
"Beats me. I have a hard time finding anybody."
Yuko just gave me a weird look. The way she gives me looks, I can't tell which is which. "You can't find anybody at all?" she asked.
"Not really," I answered.
"But, you found my wallet and you saw me."
"But that's different. That's because you forgot your wallet."
"Just curious, how old are you?"
That one question. The one thing that came back to my mind was Kei whispering to me about Yuko's age. I knew I couldn't turn back now. "I'm 26," I said.
"Baka,you don't look 26," she said. The fourth time she used the word.
"I'll show you." I pulled my wallet out and showed her my license. Usually, most people will not believe me until I show them that I am the age that I am. She looked at me funnily and shook her head. "I still can't believe you're really 26," she said.
"Fine, don't believe me," I smiled.
"I do, it's just that you're one of the few people that is younger than what they say."
"Then, how old do you think I am?" I asked.
"Personally? I think you're about 18."
Before I could say anything, Yuko's phone began to ring. I would find out that it was her friend(and Yuko's girlfriend, as she told me one time) Kei-chan on the other end. "Hello?" she answered.
"Hi! Where's your friend?"
"What do you want?" Yuko was growing impatient, I could tell.
"I just want to talk to him, that's all."
"Well, we're busy right now."
"Pleease? I won't take him away from you."
Yuko handed the phone to me. "Kei insists she wants to talk to you," she said.
"Hang up the phone," I laughed. Both me and Yuko were laughing our heads off at the remark. I took the phone, still laughing over what had just occurred.
"Don't just say that!" Kei said. "I may not talk to you again."
"Sorry," I smiled. "I'm trying to talk to Yuko and doing horrible at it."
"Just ask her out. That will get her attention," Kei replied. Then she whispered, "That is, of course, she told you how old she was."
I handed the phone back to Yuko, shaking my head. She knew exactly what I was saying. She took the phone back and waited for Kei to say something else. I could hear Kei on the other line asking if I was still there.
"What do you think?" Yuko asked. "You scared him away."
"I'm surprised you haven't scared him away yet. You haven't even told him how old yo-"
Yuko hung up and had a smile on her face. She looked at me and just shook her head. "I should have listened to you sooner," she said.
"I knew she was lying about you being her girlfriend," I said.
"I know," Yuko replied. "When you've been with someone a long time, it's hard to get away from them."
"I know what you mean," I laughed.
"What did she really say to you?" she asked. "Did she ask you how old I am?"
I just nodded. I didn't want to ask her the question, even though I knew she looked younger than she said she was. "You don't have to tell me," I said.
"I am 33," she said. "How young do you think I look?"
"You sure you want me to tell you?" I asked.
"Well?" She was growing impatient. I knew I had to say something quick.
"You look 25," I said. My heart was already beating faster before I said it to her.
"Is that all?" she asked. "Well, I'm glad you said that."
"Why?" I asked. I couldn't think of anything else to say to her about it.
"Because it gives me a chance to know you better," she smiled.
"But I thought.."
"You thought what? You said I looked 25, remember?"
"What are you trying to say?"
Before she could answer, her phone rang again. Thinking it was Kei again, she looked and saw that it was someone else on the phone. "Hello?" she answered.
"Yuko, where are you?" the voice asked. "We have to rehearse for tomorrow night's show."
"All right, I'll be right over." She hung up the phone and sighed. I could tell our time was almost up. We both got up and went to the door. Almost similar to the night before, but could we say anything at all?
"Sorry you can't stay longer," I said.
"I know," Yuko said. "Just when we were getting to know each other."
"I'm thinking that wasn't Kei on the phone," I replied.
"No, that was Kaori. We have a dinner concert tomorrow night. Unfortunately it's sold out or I would take you with me."
"You're right," I said.
"I'll see you soon," Yuko said. "Call me tomorrow, OK?"
I just nodded. I could see that she didn't want to go either. I don't how long it was when she felt this way. Was it really love for both of us? I'm not really sure, but I guess you can say that we both wanted it to be.
As she was about to leave, I grabbed her hand. She looked at me like I shouldn't have done that. Then she smiled and moved closer to me than ever before. Any other person would have said or done something at that moment, but I couldn't.
Before I could say anything, she had kissed me. On the lips. Just a long peck on the lips to calm my nerves and probably telling me that something else could happen soon. At that moment, I really should have returned the favor and done something. After the kiss, she had put her forehead to mine and sighed. I could tell she had been waiting to do that to someone for quite a while now.
"I'll call you tomorrow," I said.
"Actually, can you come over tomorrow night around 10?" she asked.
"I'll be over," I promised.
"Do you have a phone?" she asked.
"Not a cell phone," I said.
"Too bad," she said. "I would have gotten your phone number."
I went over to the kitchen and got out a piece of paper. I wrote down my phone number and gave it to Yuko. She took the number and held on to my hand. I could tell she didn't want to leave me. I was about to kiss her, but she smiled and playfully pushed me away.
"You can wait until tomorrow night," she said.
I guess I could wait until then. Only thing is, would she let me kiss her?
Guess I'll wait and see.