<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Aki</span></strong><br/><br/><br/>Somehow she felt herself relaxing a bit around him. He had approached her so boldly, and now he was speaking so frankly. "I....I didn't meant to look at you wrongly....but it is impressive that you have learned other languages. W...what languages do you speak besides mine?" she asked, her stutter less prominent than it was before. She looked up at him, and smiled a little, saying in Japanese once more "Anata ga mitsude ha nai sore ha hijixyouni inshou tekide ari ta no gengo wo manabuno ni saiteki na jinzai wo tori masu.(You are not dense, it is very impressive and takes great talent to learn other languages.)"<br/><br/>"I love art." she looked up, again, lighting up at the mention of it. She thought for a bit and pulled out her purse, taking out a photo album. "Here....s...some of my paintings." It was a small portfolio. She sat there, wondering what he might think. She did like his blue eyes, she didn't often see that color back home.