The Meeting
The wind howled and rammed against the window as Yami stared blankly out it, his cold fingers tightly wrapped around a half-empty coffee mug. He watched droplet after droplet of light rain sprinkle the foggy glass while the same water dripped from his golden locks and fall into the steaming liquid in a steady rate, creating tiny ripples throughout the dark brown surface. His reverie was only interrupted when the click-clack of high heels echoed throughout the almost empty cafe. He turned to see who it was. A woman of no less than seventeen approached him, carrying a small hand towel in her arms. She had short, brown hair that reached down to her shoulders and wore a waitress outfit consisting of a white dress shirt and a black, knee-legnth pencil skirt that complimented her slim, but curvy figure. She seemed surprised when he turned and his curious, violet eyes met hers.
"I-I, um, b-brought you a t-towel to dry off," she stammered, a light pink shade taking residence on her cheeks. Abashed, the waitress handed the heated towel. The spiky-haired teenager gratefully accepted the girl's gift, his fingers casually brushing against hers. She shivered at the cold touch of his fingers and quickly withdrew her hands. After he had dried off the rainwater from his hair and body, Yami noticed her reaction and apologized with a chuckle, "Sorry, my fingers aren't exactly the most welcoming things to touch in this chilly weather, are they?"
"No, I suppose not," she replied with a light laugh. She glanced around the cafe for a moment. Since it seemed like no other customers were going to come in today, she didn't think the manager would have any problem if she took a little break...She took a seat across Yami. He certainly was a strange sight to behold--he wasn't like any customer she's ever come across, with his multi-colored bizarre hairstyle and strange accessories. Though she first saw this stranger a couple of hours ago, she had brought him in only a few minutes ago. He was out in the pouring rain, staring up at the gray, gloomy clouds with the most lonely expression she'd ever seen before. He looked like a broken dog, abandoned by his owner and having no other place to go. However, now that she got a better, closer look at him, he wasn't too shabby looking, either. Eventually, curiousity got the better of her and she decided to ask some questions to learn more about him, "So..what's your name? And what were you doing standing outside in the pouring rain for three hours straight?"
Yami's smile disappeared and he laid the now wet towel on the table, next to the mug. He glanced down at the murky depths of the coffee and stirred the liquid absentmindedly with a tiny spoon. The girl immediately regretted saying those words and wished that she could take back it all back. She was about to change the topic when Yami interrupted her: "My name is Yami.
"As for why I was standing there..that is a secret," Yami looked up and smiled a sad, mysterious smile. Their eyes met again and the waitress smiled uncertainly back, wondering if she should press the matter on or leave it at that. Luckily--or unluckily--she wasn't given the chance to choose a decision, for Yami stood up from his table and left some change on the table.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Ms. Waitress, but I must be going now," he said with a chuckle and made his way towards the entrance of the cafe. His fingers closed around the knob of the door and started to turn it before he paused and glanced behind his shoulder. "Oh, I almost forgot. How rude of me to not ask for my savior's name."
Yami released his grip and turned to face "his savior", awaiting an answer.
"T-T-Tea! The name's Tea Gardner!" she blurted out instantly. Yami laughed his hearty laugh once more before repeating the name to himself with a nod, "Tea. I'll see you around, Ms. Gardner"
The door closed with a small click and Tea was, once again, alone in the cafe.