Chapter 99 â â¦What Do You Like? (1)
Simon remembered Ianâs words.
âBut Louise will know.â
Simon didnât believe it, but this heartache in him was very old. He didnât know when it started. How could Louise find out now when she had never noticed it before?
âSomethingâ¦mixed in your words and actions.â
But now Simon knew. He knew why Louise would be able to know his mind after a long time. Simon was always eclipsed by Ian, but now that Ian wasnât here, she could see him clearly from this distance.
âMy Lord?â
At the sound of Louiseâs voice Simon closed his eyes. For a short moment he prayed that Louise would never be able to know the true feelings in his heart. Ever.
âSorry, it was just a momentâ¦â
Simon was relieved that his voice came out normally.
âI was just thinking.â
Louise smiled with an expression of understanding.
âBy the way, this umbrella.â
Louise looked at the old umbrella that she exchanged with the salesboy.
âThis oneâs old and leaky. Should we get a new one?â
Simon nodded. There was a shop not far from here where a craftsman made good, sturdy umbrellas.
âCan you share your umbrella with me until we get there?â
Instead of answering, Simon took a step towards her and Louise quickly went to his side.
âThank you.â
Her whisper sounded loud in the shelter of the umbrella. Simon thought that he could count his breathing here too. He glanced down and watch Louiseâs lively stride next to him, and rain or mud on her shoes could not mask her spirit.
âThis is the first time Iâve shared an umbrella with you.â
âWeâre used to holding our own umbrellas.â
âItâs fine. Although space is a little crowded.â
Louise shifted the umbrella away from her, concerned about Simonâs shoulders getting wet.
âIâm the one who got into this space. I donât want My Lord to get wet.â
Cold droplets of rain ran from the umbrella tips onto Louiseâs shoulders. Simon looked at her and tilted the umbrella back in her direction again.
âIâm the one who put the umbrella over you.â
âIâ¦butâââ
âI canât let you catch a cold.â
âI canât let you catch a cold either.â
âIâm fine.â
There was an unusual tenderness in the way he was speaking, and Louise couldnât find herself to be stubborn.
âThatâs nice, really.â
Louiseâs words came out as a grumble, and Simon quickly added,
âI just thought I could do this for a friend.â
He made sure to put emphasis on the word âfriend.â Of course when he said it this way, Louise smiled. Simon liked that smile.
âAre you alright with Ian?â
He quickly shifted to another topic. No, it was the right topic.
âI think weâre okay. Maybe.â
âMaybe?â
Simon pointed out the ambiguity of her words, and a blush crept up her cheeks.
âMaybeâ¦Iâm just embarrassed about it.â
There was a sense of shyness in the smiling corners of her eyes. Simon figured she must be thinking of a moment with Ian, otherwise she would think it awkward to wear such an endearing expression.
âIâm fine. The President hasnât given up on teasing me.â
âNot long ago I advised him to stop bothering you.â
âYou?!â
âYes.â
âYouâre the best. So? Did he say yes?â
âHe said he would try.â
âWhen you said that he mustâve looked like this.â
Louise imitated Ianâs crooked smile.
âIâll try.â
She mimicked Ianâs voice as well. Simon burst into laughter because the resemblance wasnât similar at all.
âRight? Same thing?â
âYouâre almost there.â
âIt must have been exactly the same. Iâve seen that ridiculous smile for years that I even know the precise angle of his lips.â
âI know the angle of his lips by heart as well.â
Louise looked at him in anticipation, and Simon wanted to please her. Somehow.
âLike this.â
Simon crooked his lips. Louise clapped her hands in admiration, and he continued on to imitate Ianâs voice.
âWell, Iâll try.â
â¦He didnât even know why he was doing such a clownish thing. Either way, Louise laughed so hard that she was out of breath and even her head and shoulders ducked out from under the umbrella several times. Simon quickly moved his arm and dragged Louise back underneath the umbrella.
âIâve thought many times how you two cousins resembled each other.â
Her shoulders were still shuddering with laughter.
âYou two are the same!â
âNo way.â
âItâs true. Everyone would think so. Please do it in the student council room just once. Iâm sure theyâll all laugh to death.â
âI donât think Ian will let that go.â
âIâll protect you when that happens.â
Louise held his fist tightly as she made her promise. That sweet grip would easily overwhelm the crown prince of the country.
âThatâs very reassuring.â
As he spoke, they found themselves confronted by a large pool of water.
âSpeaking of Ian.â
The two circle around the little pond.
âI donât want you two to overly concern yourselves about me.â
âThatâs impossible. The chairman would complain. He loves you too much.â
âAnd of course I love Ian very much too.â
Simon echoed Louiseâs words and reaffirmed their friendship.
âSo I donât want to interrupt you guys.â
Louiseâs face contorted at the word âinterrupt.â
âShe looks unattractive like thatâ¦â
Simon smiled without realizing it. He didnât want to do this in the middle of a serious conversation, but he couldnât help but remember Ianâs words.
âHe should see that unattractive face full of complaints.â
He thought helplessly that she looked adorable like that. He could see why Ian liked this face.
âDonât say the word interrupt. No one thinks that about you.â
âThen I wonât say it. Just take care not to leave me out on meetings as friends.â
âOf course.â
The umbrella shop came into view.
âI wonder what color umbrella I should buy.â
Simon considered the options as well, but he immediately knew what color should not be on the list.
âNot black.â
âHow come? I like black too.â
ââ¦Because it doesnât suit you.â
He said those words before he even realized it, surprising himself. Maybe because he thought of himself as black. He quickly added in explanation,
âAnything bright fits Louise.â
Louise mumbled, âI supposeâ¦â and Simon quickly suggested a different color.
âHow about green or yellow?â
âDonât you think that yellow is too noticeable?â
âItâs safe to use a conspicuous umbrella on cloudy days.â
âLike the yellow patrinias, right?â
Louise smiled at Simonâs precious flowers.
âIâ¦I wasnât thinking about the flowers.â
âWell, Iâll have the yellow one. You chose it and Iâm celebrating today.â
âCelebrating?â
âTax refund!â
Oh, right. Spending time with Simon was just a normal routine for Louise. This was not something worth celebrating, but he could not help but feel pang of disappointment. What it because of their distance? That they were close enough that their breaths could be shared? Recognition was a cruel thing. After you noticed a small change, you couldnât help but give it meaning. Simon acted this way, when in reality this meeting meant nothing more than a tax refund.
âAnd above all.â
Louise leapt from under his umbrella and stood under the small roof of the shop. She brushed her shoulders.
âToday is the day we were showered with the same rain.â
Simon gazed at Louise as he held up his umbrella alone.
âIs that what weâre celebrating?â
âWe can celebrate anything. â
Louise pushed open the door of the store and umbrellas of various colors came into view. She chose a light and sturdy yellow one. After she paid for it, the pair left the store, now each standing with the own umbrellas. The distance between the two widened again, and the conversation between them decreased. The rain was still falling, and the yellow umbrella with round droplets on its surface resembled a patrinia flower. Simonâs umbrella could never be like that. He realized how different the two of them were in the rain.