Hana gave him a shy smile, a little bit of worry tinging her eyes. She didn't want to tell him she was afraid it wouldn't work. She didn't want him to feel the fear that they couldn't get past the age difference. Her fingers reached over to brush the side of his cheek while her fingers traced over the planes of his face. He looked young for sure. It wasn't like it would be easy for just anyone to tell his real age. Misaki had always been blessed with youthful looks. But if anyone knew of his age there could be a great deal of nasty talk. Rumors that she didn't want to be spread about him. Sister Abeline knew about Hana's love for her surigate father and had warned her many times of the dangers of loving a Yakuza mercenary. He had enemies and the mob bosses to contend with. If any of them found out about her it could spell disaster for them both.
Though the age difference worried Hana more than anything else. She was only seventeen, mature for her age but she could still be childish. "You know I am young.,"she said, licking her lips nervously"I will behave rashly sometimes and I may do things that vex you. Things that grown women don't do. I ask you this out of fairness to you. Is that something you truly want to deal with? I am a handful, Misaki.,"