Ken's Apartment
Ken's apartment was neat and clean, the very image of spotlessness. The furniture was all white, and arranged in circles for better conversation. One could tell a lot by the way he or she set up his or her life. Lita knew from experience that Ken was a people person, and his apartment reflected that. He always was ready for company, however unexpected. Off in the kitchen, Lita could smell some pastries cooking in the oven. The tea smell came from the living room, just as Ken promised.

Her friend preceded the two girls into the next room. Lita could barely make out another boy sitting on a chair near the oak stained coffee table. He had dark brown hair, cut almost like Ken's. His blue eyes were icy in hue, and seemed to bore right into her soul as they met hers. He was casually well dressed in a flannel shirt, unbuttoned at the neck and untucked. His sleeves were pulled up to elbow height, exposing rather thick fore-arms. His khakis were light brown and rolled up above the ankles. Lita took in all this in a glance, but her gaze went abruptly back to his eyes.

"Ken has told me a lot about you," he said, rising. "You must be Lita. I'm Charles Yuniko. I was his roommate in private school." ... Continue