Café Perfection

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I just wanted to drink my coffee in peace. I'm more than certain the glare and my rigid posture more than surely conveyed that as I sat in the coffee house. But the waitress was resilient.

I can't be sure that her constant bothering and offers of more liquid caffeine were completely professional. Over the two hours I sat in silent reflection it seems that she had developed a schoolgirl crush on me. She wasn't a beauty, nor was she anything to shrink any from. Her black hair loosely tied back, her green eyes (clearly contacts) betraying her chocolate originals, and her over glossed lips were run of the mill in her age group. I detest women but I seem to loathe those within my own age even more.

So, I had little tolerance for her already. The hundredth time she swayed over to me and sweetly asked, "More coffee, darling?" I lost my reserve. " For the last time, no! I'm fine. If I need anything else I'll ask!" I shouted. I saw her bottom lip quiver before she sniffed and walked curtly away.

Satisfied with my solitude, I lifted my mug up to my lips, but stopped when I heard a melodious laugh across from me. I looked up to the table two feet from mine. "She seems to like you, don't you think?" I gave a displeased grunt and the man laughed in turn. "She's just a weak onna." "You don't say?" he offered. I took this as an invitation for elaboration. "Yes all women are," I concluded. "And you honestly believe this?" he seemed, I suppose, amused. "Yes, all that I have known. All weak in some aspect. Whether it be physical, emotional, or mental, everyone one of them weak." "Well," he began with a smirk that really couldn't be deciphered, "Maybe you haven't found the right sort of woman." For some reason, I nodded without realizing it.

It was then I found myself studying him without noticing as well. He had blonde hair, short, but it looked a little shaggy as if he missed a few haircuts or was growing it out. His eyes were a more brilliant blue than that of Quatre's or even Heero's. His features seemed to have been painted one, each one so fine and precise, and, well, perfect. He was a beautiful creature; I won't lie. I was instantly drawn to his airy features. I had seen him twice before at the same café. Once while he was playing an old piano in the corner and another time while he sat watching an aqua haired violinist manipulate her instrument. Both times he struck me as perfect and this time did not disappoint.

It was at that time I realized I had been staring and he was no longer sitting at his table, but was instead setting himself at mine. He reached his hand across the table and took mine in a sloppy shake. "I'm Haruka Tenoh." I solidified our handshake and nodded, "Chang Wufei." "So, Fei-kun," he began again, but dropped off. I sat perplexed, "Yes?" "Oh," he looked surprised, "I only wanted to try out that name. Fei-kun. I love it, don't you?" I had been called that before. Duo and his chattering nonsense nicknamed me so and I always despised it. "I like it." It wasn't a lie. From him it was wonderful.

"Yes," he smiled and stood. My arm shot out against my will and latched onto him. "Is there something the matter, Fei-kun?" "No, I just…" I stuttered and blushed. Damn it! I, Chang Wufei, blushed! "I'll see you around, Fei-kun. Promise." He walked away. And then I saw why he left. Outside the café stood the violinist. She was beautiful and almost as perfect as he. Her wavy aqua hair and serene blue eyes reminded me of the sea. His arm encircled her thin waist and they walked out of my sight.

My scowl returned and so did the waitress. She sat in the chair he left empty but she didn't fill it out right. She propped her chin up on one arm leaning on the table, gave a bored look, and sighed, "You know Haruka's a woman right…" "What!?" I'm sure my outcry was heard throughout Japan…