Backyard
“Come on in,” Hana said, opening the door wide for Micah to step inside. The smell of metal and burnt wood and coal filled Micah’s nose the moment he stepped in, making him freeze on his spot. “Is something wrong?” Hana asked, looking at Micah’s pained expression. “Roshi?” “Could we go somewhere else to talk, Hana?” He asked, smiling brightly at the woman, though he looked like he was trying to keep his composure. “I apologise, my nose is sensitive and this place is causing it to twitch. Just slightly though.” Hana stared blankly at Micah for a second before remembering that he cannot see. “Right! I am so sorry Roshi!” She said, looking around the place as she tried to find another place for them to sit and talk. “H-how about the backyard?” Backyard? Where will Roshi sit, Hana?
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