If I only had you – Chase x Hikari
It's two in the morning and I'm still at the bar. We closed two hours ago, but it was just Kathy and I tonight. I told her to go on ahead home so she could take care of the sick Hayden. So I'm still here, cleaning and preparing for tomorrow.
I'm almost finished scrubbing the oven, when I hear a gentle knock at the door. I look up for a minute to see if there was actually someone there, or if it was just the wind blowing. A second knock confirms that somebody is trying to get into the bar. I throw the sponge into the sink and sulk over to the door.
"We're closed." I yell through the door, hoping the person would go away.
"I know…" A small voice replies. The voice was quiet, but I could still make out who it belonged to.
"Hikari?" I ask, not believing it could be her. She doesn't say anything, so I quickly unlock the door and swing it open.
Hikari is standing there in a gorgeous black dress that goes down to her knees. She's carrying a pair of matching black heels and she has, of course, her rucksack on. Her hazelnut hair however, is disheveled and her makeup is a mess. She has traces of mascara running down her face, so I can tell that she's been crying. Hikari never cries (Even when she broke her ankle, she was laughing and carrying on.)
"Do you mind if I come…"
"Yes! I mean, yeah, come on in." I quickly say, ushering her inside.
"I'm sorry Chase. I know you were trying to close up."
"Don't be!" I say, locking the door. I walk past her to get behind the counter. I rummage through my backpack and find my gym bag of extra clothes.
"Do you want a change of clothes? I have my extra work clothes if you want them." I ask, holding the bag up. She simply nods her head and comes over. I hand her the bag and she gingerly takes it. She starts heading to the bathroom, leaving her shoes on the counter.
"Do you want something to eat?" I ask, walking over to the stove. She stops with her hand on the bathroom door. Without turning around, she nods her head, and then heads on in.
Needless to say, I'm worried.
Fifteen minutes later, she comes out wearing a pair of gray shorts and a black shirt. Both are too big for her petite frame, so the garments loosely hang off of her. She also cleaned her face up and brushed out her hair. A gray headband is keeping the hair out of her face. She may look super casual, but she's still managing to pull it off.
She sulks over and plops down in a counter chair. I carry over a bowl of tomato soup and glass of water and place both in front of her.
"Sorry, this is all I could make with the leftovers." I apologize. If I had more time, I would've prepared her favorite rice omelet and banana milk, but oh well.
"It's fine! It's my fault for showing up out of nowhere and keeping you here late."
"It's fine!" I copy.
"But do you mind telling my why you showed up here at two in the morning wearing a gorgeous cocktail dress?" I asked, leaning on the counter right across from her.
"Stop it…" She blushes. She takes a sip of her soup and her face saddens again.
"It's a long story."
"I've got all the time in the world." I reply.
"Ha" she says. She stares into her soup, her eyes full of pain.
"Well… tonight was my one year anniversary with Luke, and I was going to have dinner with him tonight."
Oh god. That bastard probably did something to her. Whatever he did, I would kill him for hurting Hikari like this.
"He called me at eight, right as I was heading out the door. He asked to go ahead and eat, and to come later. I asked why, and he said that he burned the food. I said I could just bring something over, but he insisted that I go ahead and eat. He told me he would try cooking the dessert again, and that he would I call me when he was ready for me." She said, taking a sip of water.
"Sounds fishy."
"I know, right? Well anyway, I listened to him and waited. I got suspicious around ten, so I went on over." She stared into her soup, mindlessly stirring the tomato mixture.
"So I get to his house and notice all the lights were off. I got my key out and unlocked the door, thinking something was wrong. I heard a moaning coming from the bedroom, so I ran."
I didn't like where this was going at all.
"What happened?"
"He…Luke was…" She was at a loss for words. She took a sip of water and looked away.
"Was Selena at work tonight?" She randomly asked, still looking away.
"No, she wasn't." In fact, she had called in sick.
"I figured."
"Why?"
"Because." She sighed.
"She was busy fucking my boyfriend."
