"She has this really silky coffee brown short hair." My brother began. "And, damn, her pair of honey eyes...I never liked honey but now, everytime I had it, I can finally taste the sweetness of it...because, she's just so..."
He plopped onto the cafe's chair, stirring his black coffee but his eyes were wandering off elsewhere, rather dreamily.
"Her name is Kotoha." He continued as his eyes dilated at the sound of her name. "Tachibana Kotoha."
Then he giggled like some high school girl. "She works at a Cafe, and she makes the best of the best!"
Ryo and I looked at him with the utmost disgust.
"Why is he giggling like that?" Ryo mused, standing behind the counter next to me. "It's creepy...look at his face...I'm scared."
"I would let her break my heart." [Brother's name] pressed his fingers to his lips, suppressing another foolish grin as he tossed his head to the side.
"If this what love makes you do," Ryo shook his head as he wiped the cashier's desk. "I don't want it."
"I am dumbfounded." I finally said while I helped restock some cookies inside the display counter. "And speechless...like, when did you first meet her? Like yesterday?"
My brother waved his finger at me in disagreement. "Nah, it's been a week and a half now, I met her on my way on the first day...and yesterday was the day I fell."
"So that's why you leave the house everyday?" I asked, leaning my arms on the counter.
"Yeah but you know, the word 'fell' doesn't seem right?" He knitted his brows together, eyes glued on the sea behind the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Obviously..." Said the blonde-haired boy. "You only know her for a week."
My brother shook his head. "No, no, that's not it. It's more like I have a feeling 'fell' is not the right word because I don't think I'll ever stop falling for her." He giggled again as he took a sip from his black coffee. "Izumiya, did you put sugar in today?"
"Nope, why? It tasted sweet?"
My brother nodded. "It tasted sweeter than yesterday." He grinned ear to ear like an idiot. "Oh, who am I kidding? I think I know the reason."
"You're so hella corny!" I made a face, eyeing him from head to toes. "Please, stop it, I don't want nightmares."
"Son, done with your packing?" My Dad asked, climbing down the staircase.
