The Beginnings

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"Who is that, Tomoyo?" asked a curious co worker as she passed, "Your models seem to all look like the same person no matter what type of costume you draw." The young intern waddled away awkwardly because of the stack of books she was carrying, while mumbling something about 'those crazy Japanese'.

Tomoyo wasn't distracted at all by her co worker's invading question, and continued to be totally captivated by her work of designing a costume for a new theatre production coming out called "Once upon a Summer's Midnight". She thought that the costumes were a bit outrageous, but she couldn't help designing them, for one of the characters reminded her of somebody that was once very dear to her. Finally, after a couple hours of extensive, intense work, she set her art pencils down and stacked up her papers, put them into her folder, and set out for a lunch break.

"Brigitt!" called the dark haired Asian to another girl across the hall, "It's time for lunch!"

Brigitt knowingly nodded, apologized to the person she was conversing with, and grabbed her purse to follow her briskly walking friend out of the theatre and around the corner to the traditional place to eat. Fish and Chips it was called.

Tomoyo sat down at a table, where she cought the eye of her usual waitress and gave her the signal for "the usual" which was basically a very silly combination between a hand gesture and a tap-dance. This was the only way to get the waitresses attention, and to get their meal to them the fastest, because you don't want to make crazy people wait for their meals. The waitres had obviously planned on their arrival, and began to walk over with their usual meals already prepared for them.

Brigitt looked from the waitress to Tomoyo with a look of awe in her eyes. "Impressive," she said hypnotically.

The waitress winked at Tomoyo in a flirtatious way. She said to Tomoyo, "We have an..." she paused, obviously for dramatic effect, "understanding." Although this sentence sounded like "we have an understanding," it really was, "come back soon," which really was, "If I wasn't working at this minimum wage job, I'd take you back home and play with you until you wouldn't be able to stand."

Tomoyo winked at her as she turned to leave.

"Wow," said Brigitt, "So it's true, you can wrap anybody around your little finger." She giggled to herself, as she flicked back her freshly cut brown bob of hair. " But anyway, it's almost Christmas time. Are you going home? You've basically finished all of your designs." Brigitt sat back on her side of the booth, as if preparing her retort to the answer she knew she was going to receive.

Tomoyo rolled her eyes, but said nothing, but opted to sip her drink delicately, while avoiding eye contact with her friend across the table.

Brigitt rolled her eyes, and prepared herself for the tongue-lashing she was about to give her friend. "Oh, come on, Tomoyo! You can't stay in Canada forever! You have to go home sometime!" Brgitt stuck her manicured fingernail right in Tomoyo's face, and told her, "you're avoiding something! You're mom will want to see you! Your old friends! Your home town derserves a visit, no matter how small, how quaint, how quiet it is!" A pause. "Tomoyo?"

The wavy haired Asian was looking right past the polished nail in her face, and giving inviting eyes to the waitress from before, who promptly came over with a written on piece of napkin.

"I'm off at five, honey. Call me."

Tomoyo winked at her, while checking her out. "Will do," she said, as she received the piece of napkin from the other woman.

Brigitt retracted her hand, and put her head down on the table in defeat.

"Oh, fine. I'll go home for the break," she said, defeated. "but only because you're a big pain in the ass."

Tomoyo let out a huge sigh. She could not believe that she was going back to visit her hometown. She had specifically dressed down for the occasion to tell the place that she did not care enough for it to dress herself up. She was wearing sweatpants, and old t-shirt, and her old running sneakers, so at least she would be comfortable for her flight back to Japan. She turned to her waitress friend from before, whom she had quite gotten used to. "Thanks for driving me in, babe."

"Don't mention it." Getting close to her new friend, the blonde woman lightly grazed her hands over Tomoyo's shoulders and breathed lightly on her neck. "Be sure to call me when you come home. I'll take care of you." She chuckled lightly, and further dove her face into Tomoyo's neck.

"Can't wait, babe," she said as she carressed the face hidden in her flesh.

"Would the two of you please let go of each other for two seconds and focus? Tommy, you've got a plane to catch, and you haven't even a clue as to where you're supposed to catch it," nagged Brigitt from behind the two. Tomoyo laughed at the nickname. She let go of her new friend, and went over to embrace the old one.

Tomoyo ddn't let go of Brigitt for a good minute. "Don't miss me too much. I'll be back before you know it."

"Not soon enough."

"Bye bye!"

With that, Tomoyo walked off in the direction of her plane gate, which said right on the ticket anyway, so there was no need to fuss over where to go. Her and her black hair bounced towards the gate, which she found to be currently boarding once she got there. To emphasize her dislike to the people also boarding the plane, she let out another huge sigh which turned into an annoyed groan, whic made the other passangers look at her with concern, probably for their own safety on this flight.

Once on board and seated, she already regretted agreeing to go home. For she knew what awaited her there.