Disclaimer: I do not own Hana Yori Dango and all its characters. This is just me and my figment of imagination.
As I said before, this is a figment of my own imagination. Writing this story was a way of letting my steam off during my final exams. It's probably not as good as a lot of the stories here. If you'd like to review, please do. I simply just want to share my first short at penning down my crazy ideas.. Sorry if it's a bit too melodramatic..
I remember the boy….
'Baka.. how can the night be so cold. It's already April for goodness sake. I suppose that's England for you. The weather can be nothing but unpredictable. How do people cope with this kind of climate? Moreover, how does she? Her nose would turn a Rudolph red even in an air conditioned room, what more in a place where the chills gets to your bones.' He takes in a long deep sigh and tries to tighten the scarf around his neck. It proves to be a menial attempt at keeping the coldness at bay.
Finally his footsteps end at where he had been heading. He looks up at the neon lit signboard that read "The Oasis". He pushes the tight door open and was immediately greeted by the warm atmosphere of the café. Couples were huddled close together while groups of friends were engrossed in coffee and conversation. The first thought that came to his mind was 'This isn't her. A lively spitball of fire like her doesn't fit in a mellow environment such as this. Rui's bad habit of being too laidback must have brushed off on her.'
He finds an empty corner and settles himself on an old yet comfortable velvet couch. A bubbly waitress greets him with a million dollar megawatt smile and asked for his order. If anyone was paying attention, you could see how flustered she was just from standing in front of one of the most handsome man she has ever set her eyes on. Unfortunately for her, he was oblivious to the fact, having been fawned over all his life.
He orders a cappuccino without even opening the menu. He didn't come to the café for their "fine" dining anyway. It would be wasted on him as his palate only runs on the most exquisite and expensive fare that can be found. However, as the waitress begins to turn away, he quickly ask
"It says outside there usually is a live performance. Is there one today?"
She nods in agreement. "Aye, you're in luck. Tsukushi is one of our best. She sings beautifully. Should begin soon."
"Hmmm." He leans back into the couch and dismisses her with just that one simple gesture.