We will meet again. And then we can talk about everything. I may not know its you, and you may not know its me. But we will meet again
She sits at the coffee shop, sketching out the scene. Today was a lazy day. The sun was just setting, her coffee is starting to become lukewarm, but all she does is wait. She brushes away a strand of golden hair away from her eyes, still slowly shading in the tables of the coffee shop a light brown. A young man walks in, and she looks at him for a while. It's him, she thinks, observing his spiky golden hair, with lazy blue eyes staring at the cashier.
He turns around, to see her looking at him.
She is not unnerved at all. Because Roxas never remembers her. He doesn't remember anything or anyone from their past lives. Only she does. And it's all Kairi and Sora's fault. That single Paopu fruit that had truly intertwined lives until the end of all time.
So he gets his coffee, and sits down at her table. She puts down her colored pencil, a perfect shade of blue, edging on purple, but still a perfect blue.
"Have we met before?" he asks, looking at her.
She looks at him. His blue eyes are truly searching for some truth, some kind of connection.
"No," she murmurs, "I don't think we have."
But it doesn't matter, because her heart always melts at the sight of him. He touches her tentatively. There's the electric shock. "Let me buy you a drink." he says, standing up and pulling out his wallet.
"My name is Roxas." he says, and Naminé has the urge to say, "I know, and I love you and you just don't remember, because-
But she doesn't.
"I'm Naminé." she says back, picking her pencil again.