Upon arriving at Rumi's house, I was greeted by the sight of her eagerly waiting at the door, dressed in a simple yet alluring loungewear that hugged her curves in all the right places. It once again reminded me that her charm wasn't ordinary at all. If she wanted to, she could make a lot of boys fall for her. Alas, she was too focused on her Literature Club and she was also refraining from opening up to other people.
If she hadn't brought me to this house back then when I noticed her gloominess, I'd probably continue thinking that she's just our diligent Club President. Now, all of that has changed.
"You're here. A little late, don't you think so?" Rumi's cheeks flushed slightly when she saw my bag, hinting at how excited she was for our first night together. We exchanged smiles and she took my hand, leading me inside.
Although I already expected it, I was still surprised to see the girls of our club waiting inside.