Azusa's Dream

"Is that all you have to say upon seeing me? Psh." As always, Azusa opened up with a disgruntled expression that was as fake as a politician's smile. She was adorable when she tried to act tough.

"What? Was that not enough? I was asking politely." I replied with a smirk, knowing that she was just playing hard to get.

Her egotistical nature would never let her admit openly that she called me of her own volition, she would make it so as though I was the one eagerly awaiting her call. It was like a dance that I always had to perform with her. A game of who would crack first. Of course, she hadn't won against me yet.

But honestly, I was glad to see her this proactive even if she was the queen of giving me a hard time.

"You and your excuses. Psh. Tell me you missed seeing me." She pouted, trying to maintain her cool demeanor. Her eyes betrayed her though as it glimmered with hope of a positive answer from me.