Authors note: As in my other fic, Ryuzaki is eighteen. Don't kill me . (With your Death Note ;))
I sighed and looked at my phone. The number wasn't coming up, but they had left a message telling me to come to the cafe at 31 West Street. I knew better than to go, but they voice was disguised with some kind of machine, and that made me curious. Who was this person? They told me to not be alarmed, but is that what a kid napper says? I wasn't a kid, I was seventeen years old, but still. I decided to go and just watch, not look for anyone, for all I knew, this could a be a trap.
I got on a bus and sat, playing with my fingers. My long brown hair fell over my shoulders, and hid my jean shirt. My green eyes avoided the late afternoon glare. I rubbed my feet together, wishing I wasn't the black sneakers, but knew I had to to get on the bus. A few moments later, it stopped and I exited the vehicle. I entered the cafe and looked over the quiet, cool space. There were people, but no one looked suspicious. I didn't know who to look for, so I sat at a table and ordered a cup of chamomile tea with a lemon. Someone came in, but they didn't look like they were looking for someone. Five minutes later my tea and lemon arrived. I thanked the waiter and scoped the cafe, blowing gently on the hot liquid in my hand.
I was excited and had fluttering in my stomach, because I somehow knew this was important. Like life changing important. I took a sip of tea and stared at the wall, then heard the bell above the door ring. I turned and saw a man, probably my age. He wore dark jeans and a white shirt. He had panda eyes which shine in the light. His hair was chocolate brown and he looked like he was searching for someone. He looked over the tables, then saw me. I looked away, but noticed that he was coming toward me. I almost threw up when he sat at my table and stared at me. This was the man?
"Don't look so nervous, it's not like this is a blind date or anything," the man told me, biting his thumb nail. He sat in an odd way, legs pulled up to his chest, and his eyes were very stare-ish. He seemed to look everything over and remember it. This made me feel uncomfortable and I shifted uneasily in my seat., I hated this person already.
"Anyway, hello Emiko, how are you?" he asked. I blinked, staring at him. How did he know my name?
"Why are you staring? It's not very polite," the man told me, and stared at me, not leaving my eyes.
Short Chapter, I know, btu it will be longer. I don't really know why this is T, but there might be some language in later chapters, so I guess it's fine XD
Hope you enjoyed it! There will be more soon!
Bye!