The vapor came out of the tea pot as Brooke placed it softly on the tray, being careful to not shake the delicate cups that sat near. The door to the club room was slightly open, just a crack where light could come through. She ended up turning so her back faced the door, and pushing in gently for an entrance. Her gaze fell upon the sleeping club leader, and two other students. A smile was drawn on her lips as she set the tray on the small coffee table next to the bookcase. 

Taking off her coat, she draped it over Yuzuru like a blanket. Even if they were the same age, Brooke carried an air of adulthood for a teenage girl. Wiser beyond her years they said, at least supposedly wiser beyond her years. Her soft hands wrapped around a hot tea cup, the girl blew on it gently. Then she would stretch out the cup, offering it to Yuuma.

She repeated the motion for Eliza, “it is English breakfast tea; I decided to try something new.” Her voice was like a fairy’s wings made of gossamer and dewdrops, always full of cheer. It had been a strange tea, not anything like the tea she prepared. Instead of being matcha, powdered green tea, it was contained in a little sack. And you let it soak for a few minutes in the water, certainly much faster than a tea ceremony.

It’s not like she did a ceremony since she was alone, she just liked to prepare the tea that way. The equipment had been bought when she was younger and figured in her prized possession. But this was the modern way, with theses little sac things. It was just a short little try; she could always make the green tea in a jiffy.