Airi Yuu
Such manners, such politeness, she was thinking. The entire time he was with her, he was so polite unlike the other mortals his age. Airi surprised herself by the wondering of her thoughts. She pursed her lips into a thin line and took the glass from his hand. Airi drank gingerly from it. The taste bubbled pleasantly on her tongue as the liquid flowed down her throat.
"Thank you for this, Hide-san," she finally said, her voice soft and calm. Airi glanced over at Hideaki, feeling him watching her. She found that she didn't mind. "How are you enjoying the dance?"