Hey! Add-chan here with my new story: Small Business! Please don't hate on my total inability to write Sakura and Shaoran hating eachother! Every single story I've written, the couple is in a situation where they automatically start as friends. I'll try not to move too fast, but I likes to writes the fluffs :D So, here's the first chapter! Enjoy!

The keys jingled in her hand. It was such a happy sound. The woman smiled as they jingled again. Finally, she could no longer contain her overall excitement, and soon began skipping down the Tokyo streets. To any of the few other people walking down the street at the obscenely early hour of the morning, she appeared to be your regular overjoyed 22 year old college graduate. But she was different. She was Kinomoto Sakura, now owner of her own store Joli.

It wasn't really totally her own idea. It was a store of oddball little cute items that would probably be a big hit with the school girls in the area. It had been inspired by a store called Twin Bells in her small hometown of Tomoeda. She ran a little bit toward the block where her business was located. Hers wasn't the only small business there, probably the entire block and the one in front of it were filled with none-corporate businesses.

Her auburn mid-back length braid flew behind her and her emerald orbs glittered with happiness as she thought of running her own shop. It had been a dream of hers for some time now. She slowed down, wondering if she was dressed appropriatitely for her first day. It had taken her a full hour to settle on her gray tanktop, darker gray shorts, suede knee high boots, black fedora, and colorful beaded necklaces. She shook the thoughts out of her head, this was going to drive her crazy if she kept thinking about it. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the person walking until it was too late and she crashed into them.

"Omigod, I am so, so, SO sorry!" She gasped.

She backed away and surveyed who she had crashed into. It was a relatively tall man, (probably about 6 foot 4) and he had wide shoulders. But it was his face that stole her attention. He had burning (probably with annoyance) amber eyes and his messy brown hair was the kind you just wanted to run your fingers through. She backed up even farther when he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Watch where you're going next time, you dolt." He spat.

"Asshole." She muttered.

Her little store was in sight. Her heart literally elevated at the sight of it. It was a bright green color with white shutters on the windows. The door was white as well and the roof shingles as well. The sign was nailed above the door and the name of the shop was written in light pink bubble letters with a heart to dot the 'i'. On the inside, it was even cuter. The knickknacks were all on black seemingly wrought iron shelves. The walls were a light orange and the floors were wood. The counter was close to the door and the more valuable items were behind the counter.

She was unlocking the door when she heard a voice she had grown so used to hearing.

"Sakura!" It called.

She turned around happily to see a girl with long wavy raven hair and amethyst eyes running toward her. The woman was wearing light wash skinny jeans, a printed blouse, and red flats.

"Tomoyo!" She answered happily as she hugged her best friend.

"Is this your store?" The raven haired girl asked.

"Yeah. It's too bad that ours are so far away from eachother."

"Yeah. Hey, lunch with me today?"

"No, I have plans." Sakura said sarcastically, "Of course! It's like our tradition!"

Tomoyo waved as she headed off toward her own store. Sakura soon went into her shop, leaning behind the counter. She sighed, bored. It was too early for anybody to stop by yet, and her main crowd probably wouldnt be in until four, when schools got out. She clicked her pen unconciously on the countertop. It continued this way until lunchbreak, except every once in a while a father would pop in looking for something for his little daughter. She sighed as she locked the door.

This was not going as she had expected so far.

It was supposed to be exiciting. No doubt, the shiney newness and happiness of the idea still had yet to wear off. It was just... Nothing really big had happened yet. And she had always expected something big to happen. Like say, meeting the love of her life. Unless that jerk she had bumped into in the street was the love of her life, which she highly doubted. She laughed a little bit at the thought. She walked down the streets toward her friend's boutique wondering what it would be like. Knowing Tomoyo, it would be outrageous.

"Sakura!" She heard again.

"Tomoyo!" She called.

Tomoyo ran up to her, out of breath. She wiped stray hairs out of her face. The raven haired girl quickly took her arm to show her the boutique for a quick second. The exterior was a lavender color and the inside was purple and blue stripes while the floors were a clean white tile. The shop's name was Alicera and it was a dress shop run by the up and coming designer.

"Come on! There's a cute cafe down the street that I want to check out!"

Before Sakura could say anything, she was being dragged by her best friend of four years. It didn't take very long for them to get to there. It was a cute place by the name of Pomme that seemed to serve multiple french treats. They sat at a table and ordered crepes and coffee. Soon they fell back into the routine they had established in college: talking about the worst points of the ay so far.

"It was awful! She had the worst B.O. and she almost tried on all the dresses in the store! Can you imagine trying to explain that to my customers?"

"My day has been worse! At least you had customers! Plus, I ran into the total jackass on my way this morning."

"That, sucks, my friend. I but hey, only a few more hours until four."

"Yeah. Hey, when am I going to meet this boyfriend of yours?"

"Soon. In fact, you can meet him tommorow night, if you want."

"That'd be cool. Really cool, actually."

It continued this way until Sakura happened to glance at her watch.

"Is that the time? Tomoyo, I've got to go if I'm going to open up on time."

Tomoyo nodded, and Sakura dished out the cash she owed for lunch. Sakura walked out Pomme as quickly as possible. On her way, she noticed a small bookstore. She popped in for a minute so that she'd have something to entertain herself with during the slow hours of business. She moved to the best-seller section and took down a copy of The Color Beyond. She flipped on the back and scanned the description. It was about some artist who searched to find the meaning of life and eventually fell in love with some model chick.

"Seems interesting enough." She shrugged.

She made it to the counter and heard one voice that she really did not want to hear.

"Oh, it's you."

She looked up to find the man she had bumped into that morning staring straight at her.

"Of course." She muttered.

"What was that?" He asked.

"None of your business. Can you just please ring this up?"

"Whoa, touchy."

"Please, I can't be late."

"And what if I want you to be late? What then?"

She sighed and looked him in the eye. Once again she was caught by the utter intensity of his eyes. But right now, she didn't have the time to stare. She put on her most adorable face and tried again.

"Can you pretty please ring this up so I can go back to work?"

"Let me think... no."

He was enjoying this. She could tell.

"You mentioned work. So, just to make sure that you don't just use this as a distraction to not do your work, why don't you come over when you're off?"

She thought about it for a quick minute. Did she really want to see this guy again? No. But then again, she had heard of the book from a lot of people who said it was good. And she really liked the sound of the storyline. This was the last copy, and it was sold out everywhere else.

"Fine."

"What time do you get off?"

"Eight."

"Alright, I'll hold this for you and you go off to work now."

She pouted, not appreciating the fact that he was treating her like a child. But she went anyway, not wanting to be late.

"Shaoran Li, if we stop getting female customers because of your endless toying with them, I'll kill you." A blue eyed man stated.

"Oh, shove it, Eriol. This one's interesting." A playful smile on the man's lips.

Sakura repeated her morning routine until the clock hit 4:20. A few girls in sailor-style middle school uniforms walked past, but backed up to the window. They chatted for a while, conferring whether or not they should go in, but finally they did.

"Wow, how cute!" One with pigtails exclaimed, holding a bear.

"Yeah."

"Welcome to Joli, girls. Feel free to look around." Sakura smiled.

A couple more groups of middle and high school girls popped in the times between 4:30 and 7:20. It was then that the crowd of uncles, father, and grandparents returned looking for plushies for their little girls. Eight o'clock rolled around soon enough, and she sighed with realization that she was going to have to see that man again. She turned off all the lights and locked the door, double checking to make sure it was really locked.

Shaoran sat on the steps to the store, holding the book in his hands. He tapped his foot impatiently. Time? 8:10. Ten minutes he'd been sitting out there, waiting for this girl. Ten whole minutes of his precious time.

"Unbelievable." He said under his breath.

"Hey!" He heard.

He looked up, annoyed.

"Took you long enough." He said, hitting her lightly on the forehead with the book.

"Well, sor-ry, but I had to lock up!"

"Yeah, yeah. Here's your book. And believe me, it wasn't easy for me to hold it. There were a whole bunch of cuter girls asking for it."

"Oh, shut up."

"So mean. And even after I held this for you."

She huffed again, arms crossed. He chuckled.

"You're like a child, you know that?"

"I AM NOT!"

"Sure, sure."

"Here. Here's your money. Now can I have my book?"

"Nah. Give me a kiss first."

"Are you crazy? No!"

"Why not? I'm sexy, aren't I?"

"I have a boyfriend, that's why."

"Really? Is he blind?"

"No!"

"He's deaf then?"

"No!"

"Huh, then I don't understand why he'd be dating you."

"Douchebag!" She spat.

"Now, no-"

"You know what? Screw it. Keep the money and keep the damn book. I don't even want it anymore." She said crossly, walking out of sight.

The blue-eyed man came out the door, a laughing smile on his face.

"Nice." he commented.

"She was too touchy anyway."

"And you wonder why you're single?"

"Can it or I'll shove a cannon ball up your ass."

Yes, a cannon ball. It actually took me a long time to come up with that. Lack of wit, my friends. Again, I apologize for any and all errors, please feel free to correct me or not if you don't want to. I'm perfectly fine with you mocking me from behind a screen. But, seriously, please review if you feel like this is worth updating. See you next chapter! :D