One kiss is all it took to lift me from my seat. I looked at him in shock, but he looked away—somewhat ashamed of what he did. I was ashamed too, and jolted to my feet, ready to take off like a rocket. However, just for the moment, I returned the kiss—a simple one though, but answer to his actions.

"I love you, Taichi, you dolt."

Whether or not I said that sentence aloud, I fled the scene and turned around the nearest corner to the subway. If he heard that, I didn't care. I would say that he drank too much and was imagining things. I felt stupid for what I've done.

--XoX—

Yagami Taichi stuffed his hands in his coat pockets and started to take after the woman, but he knew that he couldn't—and shouldn't for that matter. His mind wandered and shifted his glances to the sky only lit by milky half-moon and occasional bright stars. Taichi's footsteps echoed against the pavement as he walked like any other New Yorker. He stopped his pace when he hailed a taxicab.

With a grunt to himself, Taichi climbed into the taxi that kindly stopped for him. Ignoring the cab driver's polite salutation, he said, "Hotel Plaza."

A scandal and betrayal were words that described his hypocrisy and actions. What about the woman he was planning to marry? Sora would be heart-broken if she found out, especially when she chose him over his best friend.

Yamato was just starting to talk to him again after the months of awkward silence and if he found out about him and Mimi? God forbid Taichi would get out of that crisis alive.

But it was just one kiss. One passionate, to-die-for, means-so-much-more kiss. Why should it have mattered anyways? It's not like it would grow…

As a business executive, Mr. Yagami's cell phone would ring quite often as soon as he would remember to turn it on. He hesitated still glancing out the window before picking it up. Frowning, he finally looked at the cell and realized it was just a text message.

I'm going to New York tomorrow! Surprise! Love you, Sora

Shit. This was just what he needed. Dammit to hell.

He picked himself up because he needed to. The woman was the woman he loved. Mimi…he didn't know how to describe for the moment, but she was just Mimi. Takenouchi Sora had always been his childhood sweetheart and liked him always. Well, there was that time she dated Yamato, but after she realized that she only had eyes for him, Taichi.

The car came to a sudden stop, which snapped Taichi from his reveries of his teenage years. He gave the cab driver fifty dollars and smoothly entered the famous grand hotel.

--XoX—

Mimi stripped her dinner clothes and pulled a nightgown over her undergarments hurriedly. The sooner she'd sleep was the sooner she could forget about what had passed after the dinner with Taichi. She loved to be with him, but in all honesty, she loved him and convinced herself that she would never be with him. She was sure during dinner when he broke the news:

"I'm going to ask her to marry me."

She dropped her fork that gave a clang against the delicate china. Even though the shock pierced heart right in the chest, she was still able to keep up her façade. It had been that long to fool at least him. She gave him a bright smile, for she was happy that he was happy.

"When? Oh, I'm so happy for you, Taichi!" she lied to half her heart. There was a part of her that wished he could see her.

"I just wanted to know what her best friend thought before I popped the question… I'm thinking of asking her as soon as I see her. She means a lot to me, you know?" He noticed her eyes water. "Mimi, you aren't gonna cry on me. Are you? I know you're happy but—"

"Oh, who the hell gives a care whether I'm happy or not?" she shot back. The tears would soon spill and the awkward silence was hanging over the two now.

Feeling his startled gaze, she weighed her options quickly. Had she exposed her true feelings for him? Oh God no! She instantly got up from the table and grabbed her coat from the hostess at the closet.

When she felt the night air and saw the city lights, she could breathe again. Her heart still raced and she felt the wind brush against her rather warm face. She had to go away, if not for just a minute. Mimi set herself on a staircase, next to the restaurant, that led to a door that guarded who-cares-what as far as Mimi could tell.

Tachikawa Mimi, extraordinary supermodel, was in love with a guy who was in love with her best friend, a fashion designer, whom she the supermodel modeled for oh so very often. It was Sora's work that she proudly displayed—and her best friend's clothes she modeled in the process of becoming famous. No, she didn't hate neither envy Sora. She just wished Taichi would realize she was always there.

She cradled her head in her warm hands. The caramel eyes were trying so hard to keep those sparkling teardrops if not for a little more moments.

"Mimi." Oh god, it was him. Mimi wasn't willing to hear his words that explained his feelings. "Mimi," he repeated. She dropped her hands to confirm she was hearing him.

Slowly he cupped her chin and brought her lips to his as he leaned in…

Mimi opened her eyes and bolted up from her bed. She was dreaming, dreaming about what transpired last night. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock. The time was 11:31 A.M. Here she thought sleep would be good for her. She continued rubbing her eyes and moaning about sleep.

Ring! Ring! Mimi picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Mimi! Hey! I'm here in New York!"

"Sora?" came Mimi's weak reply.

"I just arrived like half an hour ago, and I want you to join me lunch! Did I wake you?"

"Oh no, it's fine. Where would you wanna eat?" Sora was here in New York? Oh god, why now?

"Tai knows the perfect place! Meet at Hammerson's?"

"Y—yeah, sure…right…"

"See you in an hour, Mimi!"

"Bye Sora. Welcome to New York!" Mimi hung up the phone and bulged her eyes.

Shit. He would propose to her…today…and she would witness it.

--XoX—