The Mistress with no Name

The woman stopped, rubbing her hand through her wavy hair, and smiled. She looked at Akiaya meekly before giving her an answer. "Thank you! I did it myself. I have a date tonight."

"Oh that's great good luck on your date."

The woman gave her another smile, then looked at her dubiously. "Miss? How do you get your hair like that? And how is your skin so smooth and dark?"

Akiaya was taken by surprise at her questions. "Ah well I'm biracial." She had worn her hair down in her wavy masse glory. 

"Wow! It's uncommon to see someone of your nature here. That's pretty um unique. I bet you were bullied growing up."

Akiaya thought back on her time in school as they walked back to the elevator. The only time she was shunned was when she took up for Takeyasu. Looking back on that time in their history it made her smile. "Actually…." Before she could finish her sentence the woman spoke again. Her words made Akiaya upset.

"Well being bullied is a character building exercise.