The coffee shop was busy; the people in the lines were enduring a tedious wait, while the people that were sitting were enduring the chitchat that was happening around them when they were attempting to read their books, magazines, and e-mail.
Everyone was annoyed. The tapping foots, huffs and puffs, and death glares proved that assumption to be fact.
The workers were running back and forth, getting orders and telling the others to do these orders. It was a hard life definitely. The shop smelled heavily of coffee and blueberry muffins – the shop's specialty. Even though most were probably late to work, it was worth the penalty that was put against them in order to have their coffee and blueberry muffins.
One customer stood out perfectly to whoever walked in. She had an exotic hair color – probably died or something because she was either crazy or mental, either or – that drew the eyes to her. Her clothing consisted of a dressy, red skirt and a casual gray jacket with expensive looking stilettos.
She fit in perfectly but at the same time stood out like a sore thumb.
A random guy was talking to her, their conversation started out with him saying a hello and quickly jumped to asking more personal things – like work, and family, and love life, of course.
It was obvious the man was interest. And if he was just the average guy, she would have blown him off right there and then. But something about him was just .. interesting.
The fact was, he was perfection: muscular, nice smile, dazzling eyes, deep voice, tall, charming, and addicting.
Her laughter and flirtatious body language was evidence that there was a spark between the two.
She was behind him in line, and as the perfect gentlemen he was, let her go first. Not just to show her he had class, but also to stare at her well rounded ass too. And not only did he pay for her espresso, but did it to get closer to her until they were an inch apart.
She felt him though.
Flattered by his tactics, she accepted the free coffee and gave a wink before sitting at an empty table, but making sure there was an extra seat. Taking out her phone, she scrolled through the current news and read uninterestingly.
After a while, she heard the seat scratch the floor as it was moved out and then back in. When her green eyes looked up, she saw the man right in front of her. His smile made her smile.
"Hello," He said casually as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Good morning," She said back as she put her phone back in her purse.
"Yes, a fine morning." His elbow rested on the table as he propped up his head with it. His facial expression was analytic, as if trying to decipher her like she was a code.
It was an intriguing expression, and positively a damn cute one also.
"I didn't catch your name."
"Sakura. And yourself?" She said as she took a sip of her espresso before fingering the rim of the coffee top.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm Sasuke." He said before running a hand through his hair.
"No, the pleasures all mine." Sakura replied back with a tilt of her head and a smile.
"I'd really like to take you out to dinner sometime. You know, get to know each other properly and better."
Her mind stopped when she heard dinner. Deep down, she smiled – but on the surface she gave somewhat of a devilish smile rather than a sweet one, and boy, did that smile do wonders to what he was thinking.
"Of course." Sakura replied before going through her purse to fish out a pen and paper.
While she jotted down her number, he looked at her bowed head and then down to her full cleavage. She wasn't insanely blessed, but blessed none the less.
Sasuke's teeth showed a bit as he smirked. Nasty thoughts ran through his mind at the thought of what would happen after dinner.
His train of thought was abruptly stopped though when she slid the paper to his side of the table. He took it and stuffed the paper into his back pocket.
"See you soon." Sakura said, or more like hoped. But her composed self didn't give off the sense of desperation she really felt.
"See you around." Sasuke said before giving her a sexy smirk and a goodbye kiss by bending over the table, landing one on her cheek.
The blush he hoped for didn't color her cheeks; obviously this girl has passed the coyness of a simple kiss. Inside he smirked – this was going to be good.
She replied back with a goodbye as he got up and left the table and then the shop.
Sakura's purse vibrated, and she looked through it to find a new message. Unlocking her phone, she read the message:
Dinner tonight, at six thirty. Pick you up around six.
A smile graced her face as she replied with:
You don't even know my address.
Sending the message, she took another sip of her coffee and scanned the room. It was beginning to get less busy because of the time. Many were already at work or on the way. It was quite, and a perfect time to gather her thoughts on the guy.
He was sexy, charming, and cute. That covered the looks part. He sounded funny, smart, and not like a womanizer. And his personality was amazing, just right – perfect.
Definitely, he was a great catch. Usually the ones she met at this coffee shop were snobs, those high cooperate managers who were womanizers; those who got girls that rode hard and got put away wet.
But a thought crossed her mind: they always are sweet from the start and then actually turn into monsters. He might be one of those pretenders.
A vibration distracted her and she quickly unlocked her phone before looking at the message:
Oh, well then, what's your address?
Another smile graced her lips. He was seriously charming.
Sakura wrote back quickly before re-locking her phone.
But her train of thought trailed back to what possibilities and the what ifs.
What if he was really a womanizer who really knew how to play the game well? What if he war such a great player that she'd actually wind up falling for him? What if she fell for him and he just left her? What if ..
Shaking her head she looked down. She was crazy, they just met and she's already thinking of what could go wrong. Sakura shook her head again, she was obviously into him, which is why she thought about the what ifs.
Her phone vibrated and she looked at the message after unlocking her phone.
Can't wait.
Another smile, one that was the sum of all her other smiles was the smile she used. It was big, and bright, and happy. It was a smile that made another man sit down at her table.
"Hello there gorgeous." His voice was husky, bringing her back to her thoughts; the smile disappeared and was replaced with a quizzical look before being replaced with a softer expression.
"Hello." It was a simple reply, but the way she said it was flirtatious and sexy, one that made the man think of how she'd say other things ..
"May I buy you a coffee or something?" The man asked while he reached over the table and stroked her hand.
Sakura shook her head and replied, "No thanks, I'm alright."
"Well since I can't treat you to that, why not to lunch, or dinner, or even both?" His eyes flickered and grew darker. He held back his other sentence that was dirtier.
"Today? I'm sorry, I can't. Why not another day?" Sakura said and she pulled back her hand and used it to trace circles on the table.
"Any day is fine for me sweetheart, whatever you want." She caught the last part of his sentence. He didn't want to just do dinner, but do her as well.
"Sounds like a date." She replied while she smiled and ran a hand through her tousled pink hair.
"I'll give you a call." He said as he watched her dip her head back while she ran the hand through her hair. Drinking in the sight, he grounded his teeth, fuck, was she hot.
"Here." Sakura said while she retracted another piece of paper and a pen to write down her number.
The man took it and looked at the number. The comment below made him smirk:
Whenever and whatever you want to do.
"I'll be expecting a call." She said, her voice holding dark delight. He put the note in he pocket and bided her a farewell.
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Sasuke looked from the window of his car as his eyes watched her leave the café. Jealousy was pulsing through him. The guy who asked her for a date was probably being rushed to the hospital at the minute. He had taken care of him.
Smirking her looked at the time, it was around nine o'clock; in about eight hours he'll be seeing her again. He was counting down the minutes.
His phone rang and he flipped it open.
"Uchiha." A male voice said.
"Kakashi." Sasuke replied as he looked at the car that passed by.
"Have you done the job?" Kakashi asked with a formal tone.
"Completed. I'll be seeing her for dinner tonight. Six thirty." Sasuke said as he started his car and drove.
"Don't do anything stupid." His tone was demanding and assertive, the type of tone Sasuke didn't like.
"I'm not Naruto." Sasuke replied with a smirk.
"I know. So don't start being like him." Kakashi said, "I'll be expecting you to not screw her over just yet."
"I won't."
"Remember, this is a crucial mission. Do not, and I repeat, do not mix business with pleasure Sasuke." He said before hanging up.
