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Harumi could feel at first how Akira reacted to her hand, but instead of drawing back she smiled and tenderly tightened her hold. Getting closer to the greenery, Harumi hummed and furrowed her eyebrows. “You don’t have to. We have a clock in the greenery, above the door. I won’t be able to see it, but you might be able to.” she smiled softly.
Harumi then stopped at the doors of the greenery, slowly opening it and looking around. Since it was rather early, the butterflies seemed to have been a bit more dormant, the weather cooler than usual, so only a few flew around, the others nestled in the corner of the room or resting along the wooden beams.
“Okay, I’ll let us hide. If something happens I’ll be right there, I promise.” Harumi said while pointing to the small shed. It was safe enough to stay inside of, and the gardener sometimes even went inside of there to relax on busy days.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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