Duck Pond Denial

It took all of ten minutes. But she was back to that nuisance who liked spending her spare time scattering oranges into a happy face across the apartment again, half-peeling them to resemble eyebrows. It wasn’t long before she was waking up at random hours of the night to try out a new cooking recipe for hog’s head she remembered learning years ago, interrupting a certain person’s cucumber cream overnight facial. No she did not want to eat the eye.

Or in other words, Manami just needing to meet the right guy.