Five years ago, John and Terry at age eleven
John was on his guard.
Terry had this weird, sly expression on her face and John was sure she was planning something.
The two were in the library of John's home, playing chess. John kept trying to ignite her temper as they played but so far, he had no luck seeing her flustered or angry. Whenever he teased her or mocked her moves, she just gave him a saccharine smile in return, like she knew something he didn't.
The door opened and in came Terry's companion, Mirai. She was holding a tall white box. John frowned at the interruption and when Terry greeted her and bade her to come, his frown grew deeper. He didn't like having his time with Terry cut short or disturbed.
"Arigatou, Mirai-san," Terry said when the Japanese woman put the box gently
