Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Naruto. And Shy boy belong to Katie Melua.

Note: Ready for OOC-ness. And randomness.

01. Shy Boy

Sakura was sitting in the window of the street café. Took another sip from her cup of cappuccino, then she took a look at her watch. 7.58 a.m. Two more minutes. She sighed, took another sip, and continued gazing out of the window. Just two more minutes.

Be patient, Sakura.

And there he was, crossing the street. He wore a plain black T-shirt and plain black jeans. His hair was messy, as always. He was beautiful.

It had became a routine. Everyday, Sakura would be at her favourite seat by the window of her favourite café, with a cup of whatever she felt like that day, and a novel at 7.45a.m. And then exact 15 minutes later, he would walk by. And he would send a look her way, and she would look back. And then he would blush a little, just a little, then he would scowl at her, then look away, continue walking. Then she would smile, and return to her book.

The routine, it was beautiful.

He was beautiful.

He was shy, too.

And she liked him for that. Well, that wasn't all. She also liked the way he looked. God he was hot. And his eyes. Beatiful black orbs. So deep that she could drown in them. So sad they made her wanna cry. He was just … gorgeous. Perfect in everyway.

But he was just too tongue-tied to say hi to her.

Sighed again, she finished her cappuccino, stood up, closed her book, readied to start another day in her boring life.

"OI! Are you listening to me, Sakura?"

The sound of her moronic friend woke her up from her daydream. Naruto was pouting at her, waving his chopsticks.

"Huh?" Sakura blinked. They were at Ichiraku's, eating ramen.

"I was asking you what should I get for Hinata on her birthday! And you were daydreaming!"

"Oh, sorry" Sakura blinked again. She was rather distracted that day. Pretty boy looked at her longer than he usually did.

"So I was thinking about getting her a puppy. Girls like puppies, right?"

Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Naruto, Hinata is allergic to dog's saliva."

Really, how could he not know that? They had been dating for like, what, 6 months? Sakura sighed. He was really a moron.

"Well what should I gave her then?"

"I don't know. Take her out for dinner. NOT ramen, Naruto." Naruto scowled "Take her for a walk. Give her roses. Buy her jewelry. I don't know."

"Wow, Sakura, I thought you were much better."

"Yeah, and I thought you were smarter."

Naruto blinked at her words, then grinned.

"Well, I still have one more thing to ask you."

"What is it?"

Naruto scratched the back of his head.

"Well I was wondering if you could see one of my friends. I'm kinda worry for him. He hasn't going out for ages."

"When?"

"Tomorrow night."

"I'm busy."

"Oh come on, Sakura! It's just one dinner. It can't be that bad."

"It's with one of your friends. How could it not bad?"

"Please, Sakura! Just one dinner, that's all! And I will bring Hinata and we can do a double date. Come on! It'll be fun." He began making puppy dog eyes.

"Ok ok! I'll go! Just stop with the face already. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do, and my break's over 5 minutes ago." And with that, she got up, paid for her meal, and left without another word.

It was 8.25 in the morning, and Sakura was unhappy.

Yeah, she was definitely unhappy.

Pretty Boy hadn't came yet.

Yep. The boy that made her be at her favourite seat by the window of the street café everyday at 7.45 a.m, with a cup of whatever she felt like that day, and a novel, and exact 15 minutes later, said boy would walk by, send a look her way, then she would look back at him, then said boy would blush a little, just a little, then scowl, and turn away, and then she would smile, and return to her book hadn't came.

He broke the routine. The beautiful routine.

Sakura finished her coffee, then slammed her cup down to the table. She got up, and walked away, annoyed.

This was gonna be a long day.

Sakura hopped out of the bus. She took a look at her watch. 6.01 pm. Phew. She wasn't so late after all.

Pushed the glass door open, Sakura scanned the restaurant for Naruto. There he was, in his bright bright orange shirt. Hinata was sitting face-to-bright-orange-shirt with him. Really, she just couldn't understand why Hinata could put up with him. He was just too oblivious and color blind.

She rushed to the table.

"Sorry I'm late. I just have so much work at the hospital."

"It's okay Sakura. Well, Sakura, meet Sasuke. Sasuke, Sakura."

Sakura flipped her pink hair back, held out a hand, readied to smile. And something caught her eyes.

Sasuke was Pretty Boy.

Yup. That Pretty Boy. The boy who made her be at her favourite seat by the window of a street café every day at 7.45 a.m, with a cup of whatever she felt like that day, and a novel. And exact 15 minutes later, said boy would walk by, send a look her way and she would look back. Then said boy would blush a little, just a little, then scowl, and turn away. Then she would smile, and return to her book. Yup, that Pretty Boy was Sasuke. Her date.

Her smile turned into a wide grin.

Maybe Naruto wasn't that much of a moron after all.

But honey, you still have to knock on my door.

Hey, just try boy

And you could be my boy.

A/N: This is just so random. I just love the song too much.