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Her Favorite Customer
A Sesshoumaru x Sango fanfic
Chapter 1
Sesshoumaru's POV
There she was, cleaning tables again. I had never been interested in the ways of cleaning, but there was such an art to the way she did it. Her hand moving in small circles in the middle of each table, making sure that the white rag she held wiped off every stain, every crumb, and every single drop of soda. She paused to wipe the sweat off her forehead, and occasionally brush a few strands of her black hair off her face. I didn't see how that did her much good since she had bangs that almost covered her chocolate brown eyes. Soon after, she picked up the rag and continued her work. She was nearing my table now; the last one at the very far end of the shop, near the wall. She must be awfully tired; I could see the bags forming under her eyes. I wondered how long her shift was today.
"Excuse me sir." Her voice said suddenly.
I blinked, suddenly realizing that she was now standing right at my table.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but could you lift up your cup? I need to wipe this table."
I nodded and silently lifted my cup that was half-filled with coffee. She pulled out her rag and began that same circular motion, only slightly faster this time. She probably thought she was bothering me. If only she knew my feelings were quite the opposite. The table was spotless soon enough. I half wanted to accidentally spill my coffee, but that would be giving her too much trouble. It was such a juvenile move anyway.
"Thanks. Are you finished with that?" She asked, pointing at my cup. "Oh, yes." I answered, handing the half-empty cup to her. My fingers almost touched hers as she took my cup. "You do know that it's closing time, right?" She added, raising an eyebrow at me. I looked at my watch that read 10:50pm. "Is it? I had no idea." I answered. That was a complete lie. How could I have not known? I was after all the last customer still sitting there. I knew exactly when the store closed, which was partly the reason why I always came to get a cup of coffee around 9pm. "Yes, we close at 11." She replied tiredly. "I apologize for staying so late. I'll leave now. You have a good night." I said, pulling out my wallet and putting my money on the table before getting up and leaving.
She probably thought I was strange. I wondered if she recognized my face. After all, I was there every night around the same time. But that was a silly thought. There were so many people that came into that store on a daily basis; I was probably just another face. But then again, how many high-class businessmen with long silver hair and golden amber eyes walk into a store like that?
Broken: I'm sorry this chapter was really short (it looked a lot longer on Microsoft Word...) but think of it as a really good preview/first chapter lol Review Please!