I had just bought my self a cup of tea as I sat down on a bench. It was one of the rare days where I had no work, and I could focus on my true goal: becoming a famous novelist. I knew it was a long shot, but I couldn't think of anything else worth doing in life.

I looked up to the sky; it was orange with bits of clouds here and there. I loved watching the sunrise. It was a new day, new beginnings, and a time for new ideas.

I rummaged through my messenger bag looking for my notebook. It may look like any old notebook, but to me it held my entire world.

I sat on the bench with my legs crossed and flipped through the notebook. On some pages there were pictures of people that I had randomly interviewed. I wanted the characters in my stories to be based off real people. I thought it was more interesting that way. I passed a few pages with story ideas. Just random thoughts that I may or may not go back to.

I stopped on a page that had a picture of an American college student. She had short brown hair and black eyes. She was rather cute but to hyper for my taste. She wouldn't fit well with most of my stories, maybe a side character?

I sighed as I took a sip of my tea. I had no ideas coming to my brain and it frustrated me. I looked around for someone interesting. If I couldn't come up with any ideas I could find a new character. There weren't many people out this early. The bench I was sitting on was across from a little café where I worked. A small place whose owner didn't speak very good Japanese yet.

I noticed that there was a young man sitting a table by himself reading a newspaper. I got up and walked over to his table. I stopped in front of him and noticed that he was incredibly handsome. He had dark grey eyes, short messy black hair, and broad shoulders.

I took a deep breath, "Excuse me?" he looked up at me. "Um my name is Taka Emi. I'm a journalist and I'm interviewing university students. Would you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Yes I know 'liar, liar, pants on fire', but I thought it would be weird to have some random person come up to you and say, Hi, would you like to become an outline for a book character?

He gave me a look over than shrugged his shoulders, "Fine." His voice was nice and deep.

I smiled and sat down in front of him. "Ok, first off, what is your name?"

"Morinozuka Takashi," he sated his face was stoic. I jotted that down in my notebook.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"19."

"Height?" I know it sounds a little creeperish but I wanted to get as much detail about him as I could.

"6'2." He said it as if it were normal to be asked your height by a stranger.

I looked him over, his face stoic. He seemed to be like the quiet type of person. And I wondered him he had a lot on his mind. I was like that. I didn't have a lot of friends and I was always quiet, but always had something on my mind.

He grunted and I snapped out of my thoughts. "Oh. What kind of family back ground do you have?"

"My family owns a dojo." He stated simply.

"So you do martial arts? What type?" I asked.

"Kendo," he said

"What are you studying at the university?"

"Human Science."

I asked him a few more questions before I gave up. He wasn't giving much to go on. I put my pen down and went through my bag before pulling out a camera. It was one the immediately gave you the picture after you took it. "Is it alright if I take your picture?" I asked him while holding my camera. He gave me a nod. I held the camera up, "Smile!" he gave a small smile and I felt my heart skip a beat.

What an odd feeling, but I ignored it and flapped the photo to bring up the color. I scribbled his name on it and put it in my notebook. I closed it and stuck out my hand to him. "Thank you for your time, Morinozuka-san."

He took my hand his eyes softening. There seemed to be a little charge between us. "Your welcome, Taka-san."

I stood up and gave Morinozuka-san a last wave before heading off. I glanced back over my shoulder one last time at him. He really was quite handsome. I thought to myself.

This is my first fanfic so please dont be to mean.

Disclamer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club.