The soft tunes of melody played in the background of the apartment house as a feminine voice hummed along the music. The entire room was filled with the delicious fragrance of food; meat, fresh vegetable and fruits, prepared for the picnic that was about to come. Today – was the day that she had been waiting, ever since she left Crocus after their remarkable first date, where she had the opportunity to visit the amusement park, a nice walk under the beautiful stars and was even rewarded with a kiss on the cheek by the end of the night.
Standing by the kitchen table was a young maiden, slicing up tomatoes and onions to prepare for the picnic date that they were supposed to have in the afternoon. The girl had been busy since the morrow drew its first sunrise, walking over to the nearest market to do grocery shopping and began cooking the moment she returned home. The scent of fried prawns, cooked tuna and steamed rice filled the area as she would begin to roll sushi, as part of their picnic lunch. Placing the seaweed first onto the bamboo sushi mat, she located sticky rice, followed by cooked tuna and some avocado before squeezing it into a nice tight roll.
When having a picnic in a nice, warm weather, she figured that lemonade might help refresh themselves after a tiring day and poured it into a two glass jars and placed it inside the picnic basket that she had bought earlier. After all the food was cooked and ready, Snowflake decorated them nicely inside a lunch box, assuming that it was just some females’ instinct to make everything look pretty. Satisfied with her own work, she wiped her hands on her apron and began to count everything inside the basket to make sure nothing was forgotten.
”Food. Check. Drinks. Check. Cutlery. Check. Marshmallows…..” She paused, hesitantly before grabbing a pack of marshmallows near the kitchen counter and tossed it into the basket.
”Check! Oh, a picnic blanket.” She’d add and rushed into her room to grab a large piece of cloth before sliding it into the basket that was already filled with all the necessities.
Snowflake stared at the reflection in the mirror and brushed the tangles out of the silver silks on her head, gradually learning how to braid it for who knows why. She’d dress, feeling empty without her eyeband and then she’d leave the apartment room without so much as a word apart from giving a quick glance over to the woman who worked at the reception desk, the crease on her forehead indicated how busy she was with accepting phone calls from customers and flipping through pages of books.
What bad luck.