Chapter 26: Rules To Play
(Arata)
After two drinks I slightly relaxed and that awkwardness melted away. Quickly I realised that he was a great talker with a unique sense of humour. He had a way to make everything about his companion and not about himself, although he wished to stay anonymous.
"So should I keep calling you ’Desperate Princess’ or will you give me your name?" He snickered in amusement. There was a small hole in his mask and he used a straw to sip the wine, like juice.
"Arata!" I had no intention of meeting him again and I was pretty sure he only had one-night stands so it was highly unlikely we would ever cross paths again. There was no reason to lie.
"Even your parents seem like anime fans," he throatily chuckled, placing the empty glass down. Arata was a name well-known in the circle of anime lovers.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Runs in the family." Picking up a square chocolate with a cashew nut on top, I popped it into my mouth, it melted releasing the sweet taste inside my cavity.
"So why Ken?" He asked in that rumbling voice which made my knees weak.
"He has so many personalities, he can be sweet and as well be savage when needed. Plus, he is a badass." I preferred anti-heroes and characters who were multi-dimensional.
"I have never met a girl, whose favourite character is Ken. Girls prefer Gojo and pretty guys," he thoughtfully answered. His bent fingers rested under his temple.
"Maybe, you haven’t met many girls," I winked, the alcohol was making me bolder.
He chuckled again, his head thrown back. He made a sweeping movement of his hands towards his body.