Thoughts

POV is ('Mystery Man', but I think it's kind of obvious who it is.)

Chapter 1

Just one more minute. I take another sip from my cup of green tea and glance once more at the clock. Thirty more seconds. My eyes roam over to the door to the coffee shop.

Three….

Two…..

One…..

*Chime* And here she is. The petite woman enters the coffee shop with her long, black plait swinging behind her. She was wearing a red coat with blue jeans. Her nose and cheeks were rosy from coming in from the cold, and her mouth was covered by the off=white scarf that was wrapped around her neck. When it was her turn to order, she pulled down the scarf, and smiled at the barista. I looked down to her left hand, and noticed something was wrong. Her hand was empty. Where's the little boy who's always with her?

As I watch her order her usual (a tall vanilla chai tea with a hint of cinnamon, the only change to her order was the hot chocolate for the boy), my ears pick up the chattering old ladies in front me.

"Do you see that? Her son isn't with her today!"

"That is new! Perhaps his father finally decided he wanted to have some time with him."

"Perhaps. Or maybe she finally gave him up. I knew she couldn't handle having a little one and going to school. "

"Teenagers these days. They think they can do everything, and once they rebel, they realize they can't handle the tough stuff and drop it on someone else!"

'Well, it's not as if she was really attached to the boy. She would tell everyone that she was his nanny! Can you imagine that! They have the same eyes and hair color, yet she denied he was her son!"

"Really?"

"Mmm hmmm. She could have at least said he was her little brother or something!"

I don't know why, but listening to these women gossiping about her was making my blood boil. I didn't even know her, much less know her name!

I nearly crushed the tea cup in my hand, but the chime of the bell on the door calmed my rage a bit, knowing that she had left. I looked out the window and watched her crossing the street. Strange. That's not the usual direction she goes.

I then rose from my seat, and made my way out of the café and into the crisp, cool fall weather.

Next time, I will definitely find out her name.

A/N Yes people, that is right. I am back! Just for a little while though. Work is so busy! This popped into my head, mainly because, yes, I am a nanny, and yes, people do mistake the baby as being mine…a lot, and I am mistaken for being in high school, (usually middle school), but I am over the age of twenty. I figured this was the perfect set-up for a Misao-fic! And thus, this story is born! Just a warning, it will probably be VERY short. Enjoy!