"Chilled sake, please," a young woman asks quietly and she sits herself down at a table. She waits patiently, and reminisces about her late fiancée, and how he had first introduced her to this drink.
Before she submits to her thoughts, she notices a young man walk in, blazing orange hair contrasting a navy blue hakama, and though it does not physically show, he looks worn from both battle and troubled thoughts.
She pays no heed, and proceeds to reminisce.
"What?!" Her lover exclaims, a look of shock all too evident. "You've never had sake before?!" Though slightly amused by his over-the-top reaction, she shows no smile.
Before she can say anything, he scratches his head in bashfulness and smiles widely. "I'm sorry, Tomoe," he laughs. "I've know you long enough to expect that, but you're really missing out!"
He pulls a bottle from under the table along with cups and lays them on the surface. "Akira, are you sure about this?" He gives a smile that could reassure anyone. He pours the rice wine into the cups.
"Trust me."
And with those two words, she willingly accepts.
He introduces her to different variants of the drink. "This is heated sake, but it's only for people who can appreciate its bitter taste. As for this..." And as he talks about sake, about their tastes and history, she can't help but smile for just a split second.
After a while, they have reached one last variant.
"This is my favorite," he says. "It's called 'chilled sake'. I want you to taste this." There is a look of sincerity in his eyes that she can't quite put her finger on.
And so she drinks.
"This... is good..." she says.
He nods in satisfaction and pours them both a cup. They drink together, with silence that says a thousand words.
Her sake has arrived, and she takes a sip.
A genuine smile graces her lips.
Forgive me for any errors, please! I hope you enjoyed this little drabble!