Café
By: Darkened Purity
Summary: Have you ever fallen in love and yet thought that the person your in love with could never love you back. Well, if you haven't then come and read the story of two people with that exact problem except a little more complicated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto….
Honk!!!!!
Bump!!!!!
Screech!!!
Scratch!!!!
Hey Watch it!
Those were the sounds coming from the city right outside those café doors. Here, inside this warm comfy atmosphere was well, one of the city's finest. An heiress by birth and blood. If you think that's the only thing that makes her great than guess again. She is an heiress true, but other things too. She was beautiful, smart, kind, forgiving, and strong in her own way. The only thing missing, confidence.
Now, direct your sights to the other side of the café where a young man no more than the age of 19 or 20 sat. He was not an heir, he was a second born. Unlike the heiress on the other side of the café he was her polar opposite. He was everything she wasn't cold, unforgiving, intimidating, prideful, and in a sense strong and powerful. All gained by living a life of neglect and abandonment. But he had the one thing she didn't have, confidence.
This is how they met…
The warm aroma of coffee or just caffeine in general filled the cozy café. A comfortable silence filled the air with only the occasional background chatter. On the far side of the café sat a young woman in her late teens currently reading, reading what though I do not know I'm to far away to see the title. (Little author input Hahahaha)
A voice was then heard, a low voice, but loud enough to be heard from across the room.
"Jasmine tea ready for pick up Ms. Hyuga."
A shuffling of cloth than of feet was heard. Our young heiress wan now standing and moving towards the register where the woman stood patiently waiting for her holding out her tea. Reaching out to the familiar figure of the young woman, our young heiress had taken her cup and given the amount of money needed.
"Thank You Ms. Yamaguchi."
"No, problem Hinata-chan you're a regular here by now that I see you as a friend so please drop the formalities, call me by my first name."
"Alright, thank you Tenten ."
"See much better."
"I'm sorry I'm just so used to all the formalities and all."
"Oh, don't worry about I get it, I mean I don't know what you're going through, but I know what you mean and all, do you get what I'm saying 'cause I'm kind of getting confused here."
A soft giggle was heard here followed by a stronger uproar of laughter, but not loud enough to attract attention to themselves.
"Don't worry Tenten I know what you mean. Well, I'll be going now all I really came here for were for some minutes of alone time before I needed to proceed with my schedule ."
"Alright then, bye Hinata."
With that our little heiress now formally known as Hinata Hyuga had walked away from the register, about to leave the comfort of this little café when,
"Ouch!"
"I'm so sorry!"
She had bumped and spilled her tea all over her polar opposite.
This is how it started...
A/n: Hi again! Well here's another story I don't know exactly hoe long THIS one will be, Oh well tell me what you think and all k. R&R.
Anyway just wanted to say this "A Talk With An Angel" is only a one-shot and will not be continued. Sorry.