Falling for Sakura
Michael shouted and bragged to the brothers by shoving his cup to them, pointing at the picture of a bear on his hot chocolate.
“How come mine doesn’t have art on it?” Conrad asked.
“Neither does mine,” Logan added sourly.
“That’s because you didn’t ask for it,” Sakura said.
“What’s in yours?” Michael asked, taking a peek at Sakura’s cup.
“A swan,” Sakura said.
“I think you look like a swan. You’re pretty.” Michael praised. “I like pretty girls.”
Sakura chuckled. “Don’t all boys?” she asked, looking at the brothers, remembering when they’d been children and how they always preferred pretty Tara over her—the quiet, shy, ugly Sakura who no one wanted to be friends with.