| An early morning, at a certain family's house.
"Will I catch you later? You'll see after 11:00, my dear. Later!" Bernadetta's dad, Leman waved goodbye.
"Take care! -And I will see you later, my dearie!" His wife, Hartmann shouted overeagerly.
*He drives off.
| Later, inside a luxury building.
[Quiet]"It's time to take this thing up, and shift things into slow gear_" Leman quipped, as the elevator went up.
[Rooftop bar: F15]
*Melodies of jazzy music.
Leman thought, pleasantly, 'This old man does wonder.. Why does he feel delight, being in the bustle and aroma of bars like these... "
"HEY! -Hey! Leman, it's you!" His regulars cheered, as they ordered. "Good, serve me another plum soda, can you!" "Oh- And a Amazake for me!"
"*Groans* I need a Ramune sour, right-urh now... "
| A few amazing seconds later.
Leman replied, "Here we are- We have a plum, rice, and sour on the ready."
This senior drinker guy said, looking exhausted, "So, anyways.. I was saying. Lately, I think I'm getting these feelings, that my daughter's starting to HATE her father!
*GROANS* JUST because uh... she's in college now, is she suddenly too cool for her -father!?"
"No! Not you, you're still a cool old guy!!" His supportive friend argued.
"You fool! I'm only 39." The senior drinker argued. "My daughter... She doesn't share her friend stories with me, as of late.
And when we're on the phone, she hangs up without warning if they're nearby.
Also, she seems too busy to text me back. But then, she send's me a- "love you, dad" mug in the mail!!"
His sympathetic pal said, "Argh! Darn you, your stories making my manly feelings wanna leak out! Erh-AaArghhh!!"
The supportive friend ordered, "Uhrh- Bartender!"
*----Clink!
Leman said in a cool tone, "My barman senses were ringing, so here's your Ramune sour on the ready. ehaEha_eheee... "
| Meanwhile, at the Lyn house.
Hartmann spoke aloud, "Now, that my hubbie will be at work for some time. Oho, I think I shall let my hair unwind, for a bit.
Oho-oh! One last motherly check; Our clothes are in the dryer, dinner is in the fridge, house has been cleaned... Yes, all my chores are done with!"
| After some preparation.
"Mhm, yes! This tea is very peachy today. Did you truly brew this?!" Hartmann said in a odd voice, as she switched seats.
"Ohoh, -you. Why yes, I really did brew this tea. So you really like my strawberry mint tea!"
*Whoosh, creak.
"Yes, really. Sweet and minty, just how I likeitso!" She answered to herself. "I just have to ask, would you mind if I brought my friends with, next time?"
*Wh-whoosh, creak.
As herself, she replied, "At a girls tea party, the more girl-friends we have, -the better."
*Loud snooty laughter breaks out.
| Later in the evening.
"Yes, I think I got my design and every stitch done with!" Hartmann said aloud, as she held up her creation. "That is another embroidered memory of HIM, for the storage boxes."
*Tic- tick!
"Oho, well. It looks like, my dearie will not come home for 2 hours just yet. So that means... there is one more embroidery to be made!"
"Now mMrm... What design should I stitch?" She paused, as her tongue fluttered. "Ohho! I think I know just the perfect theme. That one time when our little `detta... When she.....
Ooho! I just wish I could stitch with her, right here, right now. Like when she... was so small and precious. *Wells up."
| To be continued, maybe! ^^