Keisuki pouted and made a bubble face as she sat on the fountain on the Roald Dahl pass, in Cardiff Bay, looking over at the Millennium Center. She rested the bento on her lap and used the chop sticks to shovel the tempura prawns. She always came here for lunch. She seemed drawn to the fountain. She sighed and watched the people walk about. They still seemed weird to her, but at least the language had been easier for her to learn than she thought. A cloud passed over the sun and it got cold all of a sudden. Keisuki shivered