randomly. The air smelled like incense, which was much nicer than the garbage stench outside.
As we padded along I got the distinct impression I was being watched. Paranoid much, I berated myself. It was just that I was in a strange place. It was unnerving.
Abruptly the hallway ended, and we had to either turn to the left or the right. Hiro led us to the right. Not too far after that, he stopped in front of double paper-looking doors. Sliding it opened, he ushered us in.
The room looked like a dining room. A large onyx table sat majestically in the center. Ten black leather chairs surrounded it. In the middle of the table a rock and bamboo water fountain gurgled contentedly. Directly above it hung an enormous chandelier. I couldn’t see the ceiling though. It just seemed to go up and up and up, without end. That has to be a trick of the light, I thought.
Hiro patted a chair at the head of the table, and said, “You, girl. Sit here. The rest of you can find a spot. I’ll be right back.” Without another word, he left.
We looked at each other and laughed.
“That kid has more confidence in his little finger than most people have in their whole bodies,” Dorian said.
We all agreed as we went to our seats.
“I wonder why he wanted me to sit here?” I asked, cautiously pulling out the chair, and sitting.
“Probably because you’re cute,” Gabe said, and the others agreed. He winked at me. I blinked, unsure. Gabe shook his head, a half-smile on his lips. “Snowflake,” he uttered, grabbing my hand between his, and massaging it.
Heathcliff looked from me to Gabe. “What’s going on with you two? Are you a couple now?” He seemed irritated, and I sat back, surprised. Gabe would have to answer this one, because I didn’t know either.
Gabe gave Heath a pointed stare. “You’ve known about my feelings for Snow for quite some time. It wasn’t until last night I had a suspicion she might feel the same way about me.”
His feelings, I thought. I was shocked, but worked to keep it hidden behind a blank face.
Gabe continued, turning to Dorian. “You guys don’t have a problem with me asking out Snow, do you?”
Hey, what about me? As much as I was certain my feelings for Gabe were obvious, shouldn’t he have mentioned this to me first?
Dorian shook his head. “It’s cool with me, man.”
Heathcliff turned his attention to me. “How do you feel about all of this? About you and Gabe?”
I blew out a breath. “I’m not sure,” I said, pulling my hand from Gabe’s, and biting a nail. Of course I liked him, but this conversation didn’t sit right. Gabe’s green eyes penetrated mine. “I think we should talk, alone, don’t you?” I asked in a whisper, though it echoed around the room.
His eyes fell, and I wondered if I’d hurt his feelings. “You’re right,” he agreed.
Hiro walked in with a silver tray that was almost as big as him. On it sat a white teapot, and several cylinder-shaped cups. He set it down to my right. I watched as he poured the tea in four cups, and handed one to each of us. “Drink,” he said. “Grandfather will be with you shortly.”
Then he was gone.
I picked up the cup, and the others followed. I sniffed it, letting the steam hit my face, and it was then that I realized it was quite chilly in here. The tea smelled good, like peppermint. Carefully, I took a sip, and swallowed. The heat hit the back of my throat, and I felt it go all the way down to my stomach. Contentment fanned through my insides, like the sun on a hot day. I took another sip, then set down the cup.
“Is that sugar?” Heathcliff asked. I opened the container, and looked.
“Sure is. You want some?” I picked up the white container and handed it to him.
My eyes suddenly seemed to have lead on their lids. I struggled to keep them opened. I watched Heath put one, then two, then three scoops of sugar in his tea. Dorian did the same. By the time Gabe reached for the sugar, my eyes had