Unforgettable
Collins had nothing to do. He was supposed to be meeting Mark at the restaurant they opened up in Santa Fe. But he still had plenty of time to mess around until he was due till.
Collins had already rigged almost all of the ATM machines around the block. There wasn't anything else he thought to do. His mind was blank. Things have been so hectic ever since they saved Mimi.
After Mimi recuperated, the friends have been practically running around. They wanted to open a restaurant to symbolize their friendship, their life, their everything, and their Angel.
He stopped walking.
…Angel.
Collins kicked a rock near his foot and sighed. He could never forget Angel. Nor would he ever want to. Collins continued walking and he smiled at all the short but precious memories he had with Angel.
By the time Collins knew it, he had already arrived at the restaurant. It was more like a café than a restaurant really. He peered inside the window and saw Mimi and Roger inside. No one was inside the café at the moment so Mimi and Roger were acting all lovey-dovey.
Roger was amusing Mimi by playing on his air guitar. Which is ironic since his guitar was only sitting a few feet away from him on his small performing stage.
Collins glanced at his watch. He still had half an hour till the meeting. He didn't want to interrupt them yet so he looked around.
He gasped.
The first thing that caught his attention was a person. This person was standing a few feet away from him and was peering through the window as well. She looked very intrigued in what Roger and Mimi were doing inside. Or maybe she was relieved?
Her stature seemed very familiar and that black hairstyle was the same. Her fashion-style was the same. Her expressions were the same. She was carrying drumsticks in her right hand and a purse in the other. Drumsticks. Her everything was the same.
…Angel.
"Are you alright?" A voice said in front of him. It was a feminine voice. A kind voice. Collins became aware of his surroundings again. A small face was staring at him with curious eyes. This person wasn't Angel.
"I…I'm fine. Why, I couldn't have been better!" Collins laughed.
"Really? Are you sure? Do you need to see the doctor?" She said with a concerned look. She really was like Angel. He became flustered.
"I'm fine! Don't worry! It's just that you look…" He looked down.
"…I see. …You know, that man inside this café? He said the same thing as you too. …She must have been very beautiful for her to capture your heart so." She relaxed with a smile.
Collins laughed. "She was. And she was very kind too."
"She was lucky to have a man such as you." Collins stood speechless. He was flabbergasted at such kind praise.
"Why…thank you. You are kind and beautiful yourself." He replied.
She smiled and said nothing. She didn't have to say anything. "I must go now. If we meet again, I may need to bring you to the doctor next time." She winked.
She turned on her heel and walked away as Collins stood, once again, speechless.
He rubbed his head and smiled.
Angel Dumott Schunard, if that was you, you have become a very beautiful woman. And I will never forget you.
"Collins? You coming in or what?"