Re: Holding Pens - Mikan
Was he smiling at her? Oh God, he was. Mikan grew more nervous. If he was smiling, he expected something from her, didn't he? If he expected something, that meant she had to perform. Could she even do that? What if he just wanted her to be herself? But what was 'herself?' It was all nerve-wracking.
Mikan looked everywhere else but at him, just as a sign of respect. Who was she to look at someone so respected? In a quiet voice, she replied, "Tangerine. Something sweeter than an orange." Quickly, she glanced up at him, then back down at her feet. "T-the kanji in my name s-stand for honey and o-orange. S-so it means something sweeter than an orange - a tangerine."
She flinched again and quickly muttered, "I'm sorry! I keep repeating myself! I'm sorry, sir!"