I sat on a couch in the Ootori's home and stared off into space, eversince I had passed out at the resort, Kyoya had been keeping an extremely closeeye on me; I understood why he was doing it, but that didn't mean that I wasn'tirritated by it. I was currently waiting for Kyoya's Father to come in and talkto me; I had requested that we not talk while in his office, I knew that if wewere to go in there, then I probably wouldn't be able to function well.
I heard the door open and looked up from the book I had been staring atand stood when I saw who had come in. "Mr. Ootori," he simply noddedto my seat, indicating that I should sit. I fell into the chair as gracefullyas I could on shaky legs and he sat across from me.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I've asked to talk to you MissSoretzu." He
