<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/5bf9f17db3b2ae501bc9deb15e1e9c2e/tumblr_onrm8vygIJ1s09iquo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wakana Hana<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridgett’s Room - her home<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Tuesday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bridgette Desjardins<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Hana comes to Bridgett’s room to meet the invitation.<br/><hr/>It would be the first time someone had invited her to come to their room here. And this teacher, Ms. Bridgette had successfully made her feel a little bit more special. The comparative religions class earlier that day was the first time they’d met and after the class, she invited Hana to a dinner. She couldn’t say no and accepted it on the spot.<br/><br/>So, there she was right now, in the front of Bridgett’s door, feeling understandably nervous. After she took a deep breath, she knocked on the door, waiting for the host to show up. She wore a gray blouse, a white skirt and dark stockings covered her legs . Instead of her usual violin case, she brought a small box filled with tempura she cooked herself, she would feel bad if she had not brought anything there. Finally the host opened the door and the woman who stood there was so different with the one taught her in the class. This Ms. Bridgett was feeling more approachable, and her model like body made Hana envious. So, she smiled back and follow her inside.<br/><br/>Hana removed her shoes then arranged them facing the door, like she had usually done back in Japan. And it seemed now like there were other people there, and she was quite surprised when she saw another Ms. Bridgett, even though she had heard it before, but it was still confusing for her. She just smiled at both of them, didn’t know what to say to both. She was still looking at both of them curiously as she sat down on the chair.<br/><br/><strong>“Ah! I brought something. I… I don’t know how this would compare with your cooking, but I hope this would suit the dinner.”</strong>, Hana put the box she brought on the table, with a nervous smile on her lips. It was just another hobby of hers to cook, she wasn’t particularly good at it, but at least it wasn’t a disaster.<br/><br/>Even though sometime it was difficult to understand what Bridgett said, Hana still tried her best to understand it.<strong>“A… Alright.”</strong>, she took a handful of grape and savored the flavor in her mouth, slowly munching it.<strong>“It’s refreshing.”</strong>, she smiled her hand covering her mouth as she felt the juicy fruit explode in her mouth.<br/><strong><br/>“Everything is good… I guess. I don’t have many friend, but so far so good.”</strong>, she answered the question while averting her eyes away, nervous.