Being here always made Anzu feel like she was on another planet. Everything over here was so different, from the traditions to the way people dressed. Could she say she liked it? Some of it, yes, all of it? No, defiantly not. Anzu collapsed onto the bed on her apartment bed. The apartment was small but not as small as the apartment's she's seen. She looked outside the window that was on her left. It was nine thirty in the evening and still all of the lights of New York City were on and the noise from down below seemed to have crept up to the enormous apartment and business buildings. It wasn't the most peaceful thing but Anzu wasn't complaining…much. The thing is, she missed the most was him the way his arms felt around her waist. The way his lips pushed against hers. The way his small fingers wrapped around her short hair. Anzu closed her eyes, she felt like she could still feel their goodbye kiss from a few days ago
Nine thirty AM he read on the digital clock of the train station, he clutched the handle of the suitcase next to him and tensed up as he boarded his last train in Japan for a while. Being completely honest with himself, he was a nervous wreck inside; He's never been outside of Domino City, let alone Japan and travelling to the other side of the world? That was completely out of the question. The worst part? He can't speak English very well. It's all a chaotic blur to him, he tried learning English once during high school; but he got too confused and never picked it up again. He can just barely introduce himself, and that's it. Atem thought to himself, But it's for Anzu…He'd do anything for that crazy woman. Even if it meant almost causing himself to have a mental breakdown a few days after their long goodbye kiss.
If Anzu didn't have the Starbucks in her hand, she probably would've collapsed out of exhaustion. Why was walking to her dance studio so tedious and time consuming, why does she have to wake up so early in the morning just to dance for a few hours, walk a tedious distance home and do the same all over again for weeks on end? If she knew how tedious it became she would've just invested in living in the studio. She periodically took a sip of her Starbucks coffee every time she turned a corner. Anzu kept her eyes out for landmarks such as certain buildings to make sure that she was going the right way. She worked too hard to become lost in her first week of properly pursing her dream. Anzu stopped in front of the large shinning building. She recognized this as the dance studio.
The plane landed safely, Atem took a massive sigh of relief as got up and stretched; he checked for his passport. Still safe 'n' sound in his pocket. Whereas it's the only thing that proves that he's a legal adult because he stands at 5"2. Even halfway across the world he was still a midget and it might've been worse than he thought. He could barely understand security but all he did was show them his passport. He contemplated getting a taxi but he looked up at the flashy screens above him; one of them read '11:30 pm 17th August 2016'. Atem took out his phone and opened up his chat with Anzu and texted to her
"Hey, I'm at the airport, come and pick me up my darling~"