The street wascrowded and I floated against the stream toward the station, amused atthe lecherous stares from the Japanese salary men returning home a...dthe guarded looks from men with wives or girlfriends, taking in asmuch as they thought would go unnoticed of the exotic foreigner withthe flat midriff and bouncing shirt (yeah, I had enough to bounce, butonly if someone was staring at them, which they were.)I had planned to take a 30 minute ride on the train to a small townwith an excellent. They never had the chance to talk without interruption and it didn’t help that she was shy.But that’s one of the things about her that caught his attention; she was innocent in so many ways but witty, and he loved her accent.She liked him right away; he was laid back and was always smiling. His eyes were enigmatic, a deep bluish gray.He knew very little about her other than she and her family had moved from abroad just over a year ago, right before she turned 18....and that he also wanted to. You?” “Same. I hate school.” “Really?” “Oh, well I like it better than homeschool, but still…” “It’s still school,” I smirked. She smiled. “Exactly.” Then she walked down the hall to the bathroom. I waited, listening. After about five minutes I heard her turn off the shower, and get out to dry herself down. My moment had come. I quickly ran down the hall to her room. With shaky hands I opened up the box, turned on my ipod, pressed record, and closed the box. I ran back down the hall and closed. The names of the characters can also be customized.{endif}You stamp your feet on the doormat to knock the snow off of the bottom of your shoes as you wait for the doorbell to be answered. Shifting the bottle of wine you brought as a host gift from hand to hand, you prepare yourself to be a genteel guest and make the best first impression to the family that you can. Not the best start, however - the inclement roads took longer to navigate than expected. The door swings open."You're late." Jen.