[color=f6989d][i]Just Chunjiro is fine[/i][/color], she felt herself relax at the idea of being able to call him by his name and not the traditional terms. She understood why people addressed each other as Ka-san, Anata. Her father had explained it to her before, of course she had never heard the words leave his lips as he always addressed her mother by first name. Wanting to make sure she knew her mothers name even though she grew up without one. Plus, it had been part of her lessons growing up, understanding the importance of respecting your husband and treating him well. 

[color=f6989d]“Chunjiro…”[/color] Haru tried saying his name out loud, [color=f6989d]“Chun-san…”[/color] Pausing as she opted for the nickname version which felt friendlier, it felt like she knew him which she didn’t but at the same time it was better than addressing him traditionally. 

[color=f6989d][i]He seems kind though.[/i][/color] Her eyes looked over him, watching the cup of tea that rested in his hands. Cupping her own tea, she felt the warmth of the cup and it was a wonderful feeling, it gave her comfort especially when she had caused quite the commotion already. [color=f6989d][i]I hope he doesn’t think badly of me. I didn’t mean to drop the china. I didn’t mean to break something already. Well done…[/i][/color] Biting her lip as she let her thoughts consume of how she had to have made a bad impression already. [color=f6989d][i]He probably thinks I’m stupid, I’ve already messed this up…[/i][/color]

[color=f6989d]“O-Oh… you don’t want to eat anything?”[/color] Glancing up as she looked over at Chunjiro, a part of her already thinking that it was because he didn’t want to be with her. Or because she had already made a mess of the china so that meant she'd make a bigger mess cooking.

[color=f6989d]“I am so sorry. I should have had it all prepared before you woke… I just… didn’t think.”[/color] Bowing her head in respect to hide the shame she felt. Already she began to berate herself at not thinking, she should have had tea and some food prepared for him for when he woke up. [color=f6989d][i]That’s what she was supposed to do, how could I forget the fundamentals?[/i][/color] Her pale hands had dropped from her cup of tea and had moved under the table, she was feeling incredibly conscious of herself and her actions around him. 

Keeping her head bowed for a few minutes she fiddled with the hems of her sleeves on the pale pink kimono she was wearing under the table away from sight. The nerves were bubbling away as she tried not to be so nervous around him, but it was hard to forget that she had been such a klutz in the first few minutes of them actually being alone together. Bar the wedding of course, but they barely had time to talk at the event, not with all eyes on them at the ceremony. 

Letting out a rather shaky breath she finally raised her head blonde hair falling behind her shoulders as she reached out for her tea, taking this moment to finally take a sip letting the hot liquid run down her throat. Distracting herself for a few moments as she tried to think of what to say, what to talk about but her mind kept drawing a blank which only made her feel worse. [color=f6989d][i]I wonder what he thinks of me… probably not good at this rate.[/i][/color]