The bells above the door of the Koneko no Sumi Ie twinkled merrily as a young, blonde, odango-haired customer entered the flower shop. She made her way through the mass of squealing schoolgirls with many, "excuse me's" and subtle shoves. Upon reaching her destination of the refrigerated rose section, she began to dig through the large assortment of the fragment blossoms. The girl was so absorbed in making her selection that she failed to hear the softly approaching footsteps behind her.
"Can I help you with anything, Miss?" The flaxen haired girl whipped around at the sound of the young man's voice. The boy swiftly took a step back at her sudden movement.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't even hear you coming. Thank you, for your offer, but I'm just browsing. If I need any help, though, I'll come and find you." She gave him a smile that could warm even the coldest day in Siberia. The girl turned back around and resumed to her flower sniffing and the boy returned to his work. The girl's smile was tucked away in the shadowed corner of the catacombs that created the troubled mind of the young man and was not unearthed until a time of great trouble arose and many of the wise and brave lay in an eternal sleep six feet under the ground of a world crying out for help from one long forgotten in the mind of man.
Well. It has no title yet. It has no plot yet. I have no ideas yet. Great way to start, huh? I know it's short and quite frankly, I don't care. I was in a bad mood and decided to vent. I might continue if I can come up with a plot. Maybe Hica will help me.