It was a slow day at the coffee shop that Emily worked in. They only had two customers so far, and one of them had left already. She stood slouched over the counter top, her brunette locks tumbling around her face in a mask as she blinked her bright green eyes lazily. It was incredibly boring, and her boss, Ricky, said she couldn't leave the counter or else he'd take a cut from her paycheck.
It seemed, to her, anyway, that the Earth may as well have stopped turning, allowing this day to simply drag on forever. She sighed, and began twirling a few strands of hair around her finger. Emily was suddenly jerked out of her thoughts when the small bell over the door rang. She straightened up, only to see it was their only customer making his way out. She sighed again.
Emily Hasher absolutely hated slow days.
After a few more grueling hours of little to no customers, her shift finally, mercifully, had ended. Emily walked down the busy street, whistling tunelessly to herself. She was glad her shift had come and gone, but it left her with an empty feeling in her chest. It was like she was wasting her life doing things she didn't even enjoy doing. Besides her writing, of course. She loved her writing.
"Mr. Daniels is going to have to commit a few crimes before the plot will get any further, I think…" She muttered aloud, her thoughts drifting from the un-pleasantries of everyday life to her own little world, kept safely hidden on a Word Document inside of her computer. She was, however, drawn from working out all of the kinks in Mr. Daniels predicament when she ran into someone on the street. Losing her balance, she nearly toppled over when a pale hand shot out to help her up.
"Wh-Whoa! I-I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, slowly getting back on her feet. She dusted herself off a bit before looking up to stare into deep, near black eyes. They were topped with what looked to be an untamable mess of dark hair, and shadows lay underneath them. Working herself past his odd appearance and rumpled clothing, she smiled sheepishly, and held out her hand. "T-Thank you for that. Usually when I run into strangers I fall over, and they don't catch me. My name is Emily." She said, trying to be cheery. She was, truthfully, forever falling down and running into people. She thought of it as how she met new friends; her bestie, Hannah, she met by accidentally knocking all of the books out of her hands. The man stared at her for a few moments, before he reached out and grasped her hand lightly in his, shaking it slowly.
"Yes, a pleasure, Miss Emily. My name is Andrew." Emily smiled again.
"I really am sorry for running into you Andrew! Really, I'm so clumsy..." The man took his hand from hers and glanced to his left.
"No. It was my fault too. I wasn't looking where I was going either, so it seems we're both to blame." He snapped back to face her again, suddenly getting very close to her face, and slightly violating her personal boundaries. She tried not to comment, though. Some people were like that, up close and personal.
"Can I get you some lunch?" He asked. "Or a small treat?" He leaned back again, pressing his finger to his lips. "Really, I must give some form of apology past a verbal condolence for running into such a pretty young woman as yourself." Emily was a bit startled by his words, and a light pink dusted her cheeks.
"W-Well, it's very nice of you to offer, Andrew, but I really wouldn't want to take up any more of your time." He looked back at her once she had said this, with a look one could almost call pleading. After just a few moments she felt her will break. "Ah, well, maybe I am a bit hungry…" The man gave a small smile.
"Excellent." He stated, quickly taking ahold of her wrist and beginning to drag her off. She stumbled at first, but quickly matched his pace. The woman was growing steadily redder at the realization that he had a firm grasp on her hand and was not letting go. And he may have been…a little cute… They came to a sudden stop in front of a richly decorated shop, causing her to almost collide with him again. She willed her cheeks to cool off as he finally released her and held the door open for her letting her walk in first. She did with a small smile and nod to him, while he stood still, his thumb now to his lips in thought. They walked up to quite the pink counter, decorated with flowers and doilies, and a spotless glass case. Underneath the windows was row upon row of exquisite looking chocolates and fudges and candies, all looking delectable. Andrew squatted down before the window, somehow balancing his weight on his bare toes. He scanned the shelves thoroughly, before looking up at her.
"What would you like, Miss Emily? I can assure you they are all quite good." Emily, once again flustered and pink-cheeked, took a few seconds to respond.
"Oh, well, I wouldn't mind trying something new. Why don't you pick?" She murmured. Andrew returned his gaze to the glass.
"Of course." He replied. After another minute or so, he stood back up, and rang a small silver bell. A plump and kind looking woman emerged from the frilly pink curtain separating the kitchen from the store. She had a freckled face with soft green eyes and sandy hair, and wore a big smile. Emily smiled too as she approached.
"What will it be dears?" she asked in a thick, rolling voice that reminded Emily of her Favorite Grandmother. Andrew stepped forward.
"One box of chocolate and peanut covered strawberry delights please." He responded instantly. The woman, whose name tag read Momma Sarah on it, smiled.
"Coming right up sweetie!" She laughed, bending down and filling a small box with the wonderful looking treat. She came back up and handed it to Emily's newfound companion. "That will be 11.50!" She chirped after punching a few keys on her old fashioned cash register. Andrew paid the amount and the two sat down at an empty booth near the door. He carefully unwrapped the snack and quickly popped one in his mouth. Tentatively, Emily did the same. She hummed a little as the flavors burst on her tongue; it was very good. This was obviously some high quality chocolate, and it was well made.
"Do you like it?" Andrew asked, staring at her again. She nodded happily before swallowing.
"Yes, it's great! Thank you so much, Andrew." He continued staring at her.
"It was no problem." He stated, grabbing another himself and eating it. They continued eating until there was only one left, and though there was hardly any conversation, it was a comfortable silence. The man stared at the final item hungrily and Emily had to hold back a small giggle at his expression.
"You can have it, I don't mind." She said smiling. He nabbed it quickly and shoved it in his mouth, right when his phone began to vibrate. Digging around in his pocket, he pulled out the device and held it to his ear, rather awkwardly in her opinion, his mouth still full of food.
"Yes?" He mumbled through the snack. Emily did release a small giggle that time, but he paid it no mind. Emily heard muffled conversation from the other end before the man finally swallowed. "Yes, of course. I was just enjoying a small snack with a friend. I'll be there right away. Please tell Light and the others to wait for me, Watari." He then snapped the cell shut, slid it back into his pocket, and turned to face her once again.
"Well Miss Emily, it seems it is time for me to go. I have some business to take care of. It was a pleasure meeting you." Emily smiled.
"You too, uh, Andrew. Thank you for the strawberries and an interesting afternoon!" He stood slowly, and headed for the door, stopping beside her seat.
"Yes, it was interesting. Perhaps we'll run into each other again sometime. Farewell, Miss Emily." And with those words, he was gone. Emily walked home in a daze that day. She had a wonderful evening with an intriguing, handsome, if not a little eccentric man, and she absolutely loved it. Her mind seemed fogged up with thoughts about her trip with Andrew. She really had enjoyed it. It was a refreshing break from the standard bore and normalcy of the past months of her life. Something was nagging at her, though. A sense of familiarity. About Andrew.
His mannerisms, the way he sat, his lack of shoes; even the way he spoke and looked. Maybe they had gone to school together at some point? She did move around a lot. And the names he had mentioned on the phone. Light, and Wata-something. It was almost an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. She entered her apartment slowly, placing her bag lazily on the floor. She walked to the living room and sat down on the couch, lost in her thoughts. She spent quite a while, just sitting there, thinking. When nothing came to her, she shrugged it off as nothing more than nerves from being out with a cute boy.
Walking over to the bookshelf for a quick read, she scanned the shelves adamantly. And then she froze, her finger hovering in the air. Down near the bottom, some of her dustier books and mangas from her High school years stared back at her. Slowly, she picked up one in particular, blowing the dust off and seeing a familiar face. With those dark, almost black eyes. After the realization hit her, Emily wobbled over to the couch and collapsed, holding a hand to her head. Her other hand was still gripping the book tightly. She held it up to herself, wondering how in the world something like this had happened. But then, she smiled.
Maybe her life wasn't as boring as she thought.
Hallo! Mein Benutzername here! This is my first posted story for Fanfiction ! It's sort of a Valentines present, seeing as how it's a little "fluffy." This is just an OC, because I would have too much trouble trying to create a canon relationship, and I don't really like LightxMisa. Thank you for reading! Auf Wiedersehen! (P.S. I know the farewell is a little formal, but for non-German readers, it's the most easily recognized, and it works in Google Translate. )
Edit: Fixed a few errors and changed L's alias to something a little less recognizable. Also, it was implied last time that this was an LxOC one shot, but it really isn't. It's more just cute, and nothing serious is intended.
Also! I'll be adding another chapter soon! I was struck with inspiration and couldn't resist. After that, there will be up to one, two, or maybe, MAYBE, three more to follow, depending on how long my creativity lasts. (Before I finish the minor storyline.)
I am, however, hesitant to post it until I've looked over both a few more times, and gotten enough of the next chapter (or chapters) complete that I know I can finish it.
So, hopefully soon, there will be another chapter and more to come!
Oh, I think I'm supposed to say something about reviewing, but you don't have to. While I'd highly appreciate the critique and input, I can understand a certain degree of laziness.
And for anyone who cares, I have a Transformers (crackish) fanfiction in the works, that my good friend A Humble Reader is really doing most of. We're unsure whether or not it will go anywhere, but in case anyone cares and happens to be in that fandom, you can get your hopes up, just a little. :) I'll put something on my profile for what we have planned so far.
(P.S.I've been told my little farewell doesn't meet the high standards of my accomplices in mayhem, so I'll take a note out of a friend's book and steal her goodbye.
With friendliness and gratitude,
Mein Benutzername.