The Encounter
'HEY!' Cagalli screamed as she ran after a black Mercedes speeding away in her housing area. It was impossible from the start to chase after a speeding car but she was determined to go after it. After what that car had done, she couldn't just let it get away. Never. Before it turns, I have to get there. Shit! I won't be able to make it. Shit! 'HEY! STOP THE CAR!' she watched as that car turned and disappeared completely from her sight. That's it. It's gone for good now. After taking that turn, the road leads directly to the highway and there is no way that the Mercedes can be tracked down.
Cagalli came to a halt. Clutching her knees, she bend forward trying to catch her breath. She lifted her head and faced the direction where the car had gone and sighed angrily. She turned her head back and caught the sight of her car. It was not in a very good shape. The side body of car were completely bend in. The glasses shattered and side mirror hanging downwards rather limply.
Yup. You guessed it right. Hit and run.
Cagalli was inside her house when she heard a loud noise outside. By the time she got out and realized what had happened, the car was half way gone and her attempt in chasing in down was in vain too. She couldn't catch the number on the number plate as well. There is no way the police will accept a report with just a "My car got hit and the person who hit it ran away." They will probably send her away. Not probably but definitely.
'ARGH!' she stomped one foot to the ground. That must have been painful but the anger she was feeling right then were enough to conceal whatever pain she was feeling. With tears filling her amber eyes, she screamed at the empty road, 'I WILL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!'
It was eight in the morning. The streets were busy with people rushing to work. Most of the shops were already open and some were just opening up. A young man dressed in grey suit and black jeans stood in front of a cafe. Orb Cafe. It was already open and the staffs seem to be busy preparing to receive any customer walking towards the door. The guy ran his hand through his hair messing up his already messy hair and took a long deep breath. He marched up to the door and opened it.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit him the moment he stepped in the cafe. Words of welcome enveloped him as he walked in and warm smiling faces directed at him which was genuinely inviting him to enter. The cafe was designed to be simple yet relaxing. A light jazz music resonated throughout the shop. Rather than tables being set in the cafe, there were booths. Each booth were separated by partitions. A great way of giving privacy. The young man made his way to counter, smiling and nodding slightly to all the welcomes he received. Looking at the glass display beside the counter, rows and rows of cake were lined up. All looking very very delicious.
'What would you like to have, sir?' A young girl with bright red hair beamed at him. He was so very tempted to order a cappucino and a bluberry cheese cake and sit in one of the booths to enjoy his morning boost but he had a purpose of coming here and that is definitely not to enjoy morning coffee.
'No. Thank you.' Without stopping to let the girl speak he continued, 'Can I meet Miss Cagalli?'
'Cagalli? What business do you have with our boss, sir?' The red haired girl questioned.
'It's personal. Is she here?'
'What personal business might you have with me, sir?' A voice came from behind the guy. Slightly startled, he turned back to face the person in question. To face the person he was looking for. Cagalli.
Jade meet amber. For a moment, both of them stared into each others eyes. Wiping her hand on the apron tied around her waist, she stared at him. Midnight blue hair. A very unusual hair color. Is it natural? She caught herself thinking. Jade green eyes. A very handsome face. Lean figure and he was at least a head taller than her. She couldn't recall knowing someone with his features.
'Do I know you?'
The guy shook his head slightly. 'No, you don't know me. But I know you.' Cagalli looked at him confusion written all over her face. What does he mean by that? Don't tell me...A stalker?! She cringed at her thought. Noticing the change in her expression, he figured what she must have been thinking. Ah! Should have phrased that properly.
'No, I am not a stalker.' He smiled at the mention of the word stalker. Standing straight with one hand extended out towards the owner of the cafe, he introduced himself.
'My name is Athrun Zala.'
