Prologue
Now older, Nagihiko Fujisaki owned a cafe, forgetting his dream of dancing around the world. Each and every morning, a mysterious blonde female, Rima Mashiro, is always found sitting in the back of the cafe, sipping down a low fat frappe while reading her daily comics. He couldn't express it in words, but something about the way she carried herself captivated him. By watching her a few days, he examined she was the introverted, timid type, speaking in monotone at times, and only speaking with simple sentences. Whenever there were busy days, she didn't dare speak with anyone if they had to sit at her table. She would continue flipping pages until she decided she was done.
One early morning, on a chilly December, the girl had walked in shivering cold, no jacket to cover her petite frame. On reflex, he brought out a blanket from the back. And for the first time, the girl had actually smiled. Not from something she had read in her comments, but at him. It was soft and innocent, and her face was a tinge of pink. Nagihiko hadn't said anything else, but he watched contently as she sat in her normal spot, her legs swinging. Feeling rather confident, he walked from his place behind the counter, and sat in front of the girl. She didn't say anything, but when if she did speak, it would have been with her honey eyes tinseling in the dim light.
"I have feelings for you. I know it's weird because I've only talked to you this one time. But I've actually noticed you for the past few weeks, and I've fallen in love. You probably don't think someone pays attention to you, but I have every detail of you etched in my mind. I can easily flick back to my memory and memorize the way you flip the pages of your comments, the way you move a strand of hair out your face, or the way your face brightens when you read something interesting. So may I have the honor of getting to know you?"
The girl could only lay her book slowly on the table, facing the male in front of her. She was rather speechless, considering the fact love confessions like these only happened once in a while. Though it was false, she figured he was just like the rest, liking her for her complexion, only to leave her alone when they knew who she was in the inside. Besides, she didn't have time for a relationship, and she doubted those types of thing would last. Even though she didn't want to, she would have to decline his offer.
"I-I'm sorry. But I wouldn't take a chance with me if I was you. After all, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."
The blonde could fill tears brim her eyes while her cheeks burn with guilt. Not wanted to be spotted as fragile, she sipped down her drink, and departed from the cafe, not even with a simple goodbye. Though she had kept the blanket, something that would help her remember the beautiful stranger. Nagihiko traveled to the window, watching as the girl ran down the sidewalk, looking both ways before she dashed off. Possibly, that would be the last time he would ever see her angelic face.