Sakura is a cheerful person that's naturally friendly and full of life but always on edge since she has to be constantly on the watch for her father's hired agents & detectives that want to drag her back to the hell she barely escaped. She is what people would call a natural beauty. She had peculiar hair, the color of cherry blossoms, a vibrant pink. Her eyes were a mesmerizing emerald. Her hair reached the middle of her back but she wore it in a ponytail to prevent it from getting in her way. The rosette was petite, but not in the disgustingly thin kind of way. She had curves that any woman would be envious of.
Sakura worked at Kurenai's Diner. She didn't like her job that much, but it would have to suffice. Kurenai overworked her, to the point where she would have to drag herself home at 1am in the morning - feet dragging across the sidewalk, eyelids feeling heavy. Getting extra shifts was ordinary for her.
Sakura entered the diner early in the morning, ready to work. About 2 hours after the diner opened for the day and there was a decent amount of customers, a man in a black hoodie and sunglasses enters the little diner and sits in a booth in the far back corner. His features weren't distinct but she could see smooth, pale skin and a slim but built body. Hana, her fellow employee asked her to cover the table for her. Sakura sighed and trudged over.
"Good morning, sir, is there anything I can get for you?"
"No," the man mumbled in a low tone.
"Sorry Mister, but you're going to have to leave if you're not planning on ordering any-"
"A cup of coffee, black, no cream or sugar'
"Okay, coming right up"
That was odd, she thought. Black coffee was bitter and disgusting. She cringed at the thought. He must have interesting taste.
A few minutes later, Sakura returned to the table with black coffee and a donut, on the house.
He glanced up, raising an eyebrow
"I didn't order this"
Sakura shrugged, "I just thought you'd want something sweet to go with your coffee since it'll be extremely bitter."
"No thanks, I don't like sweets", he replied as he picked up his cup and took a sip of his coffee.
"SAKURA! THESE GUYS REFUSE TO ORDER UNLESS YOURE SERVING THEM!"
Sakura quickly ducked into the booth on the side across from the man. He was unaffected and continued to drink his coffee without uttering a word.
Sakura saw Hana approaching, most likely looking for her. She sunk down under the table, praying that this peculiar customer wouldn't tell Hana where she was.
"Have you seen your waitress? Pink hair? You can't miss her!"
The man merely shook his head and proceeded on, minding his own business. Sakura sighed in relief. Suddenly, he stood up, throwing some money on the table and started to leave the booth. Sakura grabbed on to his pants which surprised him. He glanced back, no doubt confused as to why a stranger was pulling his perfectly crisp pants. Sakura crawled out from the booth and motioned for him to follow her out through the back door.
He did.