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was on holidays than being in a street of designer shops that looked exactly the same as every city in the world. Was I forgetting how to be rich? Was it like algebra? Something you forgot the minute you no longer needed it?
    I sat down on a cushion at a low table while Tamaki ordered. I wasn’t sure what to do with my legs, if I should be kneeling or folding them. Also, I wondered if they had cake. How did you say “cake” in Japanese anyway?
    The only other people in the tiny cafe were a couple, both dressed in leopard print outfits. He had long, black hair and huge metal rings on all his fingers. He was also wearing more eyeliner than she was.
    Tamaki returned and sat down, his long legs sprawling out from under the table.
    “ This place is quaint. Is that what you say?”
    He smiled at me and it changed his face from the stern mask into something charming. I nodded that you would indeed call it quaint. The waitress, dressed as a bunny, sat our cups down on the table. I looked at the tiny little teacup, thinking that it barely held enough coffee to sustain me, and tried to hook my finger through the tiny handle. Not great coffee but drinkable.
    “ You really like coffee?”
    “ It's one of the things that make life worth living.”
    Tamaki picked up the glass containing a single flower blossom from the table and twisted it in his hand.
    “ Hannah.” He looked up at me. “Your name, Hana, means flower in Japanese.”
    I smiled, not really sure want to reply to that.
    “ Do you want some French toast?”
    “ Hell yeah!”
    “ Ah, good because I order you some.”
    I smiled for real this time. At this moment, Tamaki was my favourite person in the whole world. My affection was easily bought with French toast.
    “ You bought a lot of things for your friend. A close friend?”
    “ Angie, yes. She really helped me out a lot over the last few months. A lot more than most of my other so-called friends. And now she's looking out for my band for me.”
    “ Band?”
    “ Yes, I manage a band. Didn't my father tell you?”
    I wondered just what Dad had said. Had he told them that he'd lost all his money and was pretty much on the run? Had he told them he'd left me behind with no money and just the contract to manage Storm? I didn't want to say too much and mess things up for Dad but it really was a pain not knowing what to say.
    “ That must be a fun hobby. Maybe I should do something like that? It would be novel to have a fun, I think.”
    What was with this guy? Didn't he have fun? I didn't want to correct his English but I did notice that when he got enthused about something the grammar slipped a little. At least he’d started to warm up a bit instead of being all aloof.
    “ What do you do? With your friends, I mean.”
    Tamaki stared at the girl working behind the counter. “Do you think it's hygienic for her to working as a rabbit? My friends… we go out drinking, clubbing. Normal things. We went to university together and now we all work for our family companies. We have the same problems so it's good to be able to talk amongst ourselves with that understanding but sometimes…”
    Even though he didn't finish the sentence, I knew exactly what he meant. It was easy and comfortable but not very exciting.
    “ Sometimes people need more than work and shopping and going skiing, right.”
    I laughed. They sure did. Even with the credit card Dad had given me and the orders to spend up, I still only wanted to wander around these little shops, poking around at all the interesting things. I had no desire to go on a spree at designer boutiques.
    “ If you've finished your coffee, let's go for a drive. I can show you some of the city.”
    I nodded. I thought sightseeing sounded good but I wondered why Tamaki had so much free time. Shouldn’t he be working? His father had been really insistent that he showed me around though.
    When we got out of the city, Tamaki put the top down on the car. I loved the feeling of the