Sophomore year of high school, pt. 1
"I hope no one recognizes us here…"
"Oh! Cotton candy!!"
"Hey Leigh! Here’s a random science fact for you!", he beamed while flicking at the lighter between his fingers, eagerly awaiting his student (and partner in crime) to respond to his exclamation.
"Hmm?", she perked her head up from looking at the magazines on the table. He started sketching flowers on the white board and turned back excitedly to Leigh.
"Orange roses came into existence by breeding yellow roses with red roses, simple Mendelian principle right?", he looked expectantly with a giant grin on his face. The bespectacled girl raised an eyebrow and ducked her head back into the article about matching colors, sighing her response with a disinterested tone.
"You don’t have to point that out to me Mr. Cruz, I already went over the rose color mixing…breeding part… in the reading." he smiled at her response and continued to talk.
"Ah, but what about the part about the meaning of the colors of roses?" Her face scrunched up as she was about to say there was no such thing in last night’s reading. But he kept on talking, taking a few drags from the slow burning cigarette.
"White for purity, pink for passion, red for romance, and yellow for friendship… But what about the orange rose?" and seemingly out of nowhere (but actually just cleverly placed in his white board compartment) he reveals a single orange rose wrapped in plastic.
"What about it?", Leigh tentatively asks feeling suspicious about the sudden flower being placed in her hand.
"Well since orange is the mixture of red and yellow… It’s made up of romance and friendship." She felt her face flush when he said this. "So supposedly, it’s for romance to eventually bud from a friendship…", he says looking at her straight in the eyes. She widens her eyes and the blush deepens and spreads to her ears, she is speechless.
"I..Uh… I.. um.. Forgot my textbook." she lies and dashes out the classroom and leans against the slammed door. He is on the other side leaning against as well. But unlike the bumbling, stuttering blushing mess on the other side, he simply smirks and lets out a slight chuckle.
Anime gets a lot of shit flung its way. I have friends who aren’t sure they would even let their children watch it if they wanted to. But in reality, for all the sub-par ones, I owe a lot of my open mindedness to growing up with anime. It is easier and safer to…