-The Rising Angel-

"Follow me," Mimi spoke softly and timidly. She lead the boy into her house and just as they closed the door it started raining hard. "Would you like tea?" Mimi asked. "Yes, kenyan is more preferable." The boy said, sitting on a comfy sofa. Soon Mimi brought some tea and chocolate biscuits. The boys eyes flashed sharply. Mimi ducked. And then she heard a crunching noise.