<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"That does sound like Mikoto. She very much enjoys shopping,"</span>Sakura said in agreement, nodding her head as she moved to lean against the kitchen counter, out of the way of the other works. They didn't need her help anymore since dinner was almost finished.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"I hope she does join us for dinner, though."</span>Sakura didn't ask about his father, knowing that the intimidating man was probably buried in work at the police station or hiding in his office with more work. She didn't mind missing out on seeing him. To be honest, the Uchiha clan patriarch was a bit overwhelming to be around.<br/><br/>The pink haired girl was honestly surprised that she was beginning to relax around Itachi, though maybe it helped that it was not just the two of them in the room. That would have been a disaster for sure. Sakura did her best to avoid one on one time with the clan heir and was grateful that he was normally so busy. To be honest, she was surprised that he was currently home and not on a mission. His skills as a shinobi often led him away from home and into the field.<br/><br/>She absently drummed her fingernails against the counter, falling silent as she ran out of things to talk about. She knew that he wasn't much of a talker and a bit antisocial. Which made her wonder why he was in the kitchen, to begin with. If he had wanted water, he had gotten that and could have left but he had lingered. Why? She couldn't help but sneak a peek at him once more, wanting to try and understand him. He was such a mystery to her.