"Shit, I'm gonna be late."

Sakura sighed and rubbed her eyes. Great, just fucking great. This was all Tsunade's fault. This damn training was going to be the death of her. She just sighed and clenched her coat around her freezing body and sped up, trying to duck past the hurrying girl in front of her.

"I'm going to miss my train if this little ditz doesn't speed up."

Sakura thought sullenly, still desperately trying to get pass the young girl. Though, suddenly, the young girl stopped, causing Sakura to crash into the back of her and fall down.

The girl didn't even notice it though. Instead, she stared at the sky above dreamily, whispering to herself "Mamá, ¿puede ver? Está nevando." Sakura, who had been about to yell at the oblivious girl, stopped when she heard that sad, innocent voice. She had no idea what the young girl had said but it sounded heartbreakingly beautiful.

So she just sat there.

Until, finally, the girl realized that there was a girl on the floor behind her, staring entrancingly at her. The girl blushed. "¡Ay Dios Mio! Gomenasai! I'm so sorry." The girl bowed deeply and then hurried to help Sakura up. Sakura brushed off her dress and looked up to tell the young girl to forget about it when the clock chimed. Shit. It was midnight. She was going to have to walk home… and it was snowing. Great.

This, apparently, didn't go unnoticed with the young girl as well. She placed her head in her hands and began muttering things under her breath, too quickly for Sakura to even determine what language it was.

Sakura sighed and started to walk home when the girl whispered "Miss, wait!" Sakura turned around to see the girl hurrying after her.

Sakura waited as the girl collected herself before demanding "Yes?" This was getting annoying. She really had to hustle or she wouldn't get home till 2 o'clock… again. The girl frowned, a small pout sticking out, as her impossibly dark eyes widened "I caused you to miss your ride home, correct?"

Sakura nodded, a bit stunned by the well-spoken Japanese despite the thick, pretty accent.

The girl's eyes drooped, looking just about devastated before saying "My boss, he can call us a car. He won't mind and that way you won't have to walk or call a cab and waste your money."

Sakura raised an eyebrow. Call a car? Who exactly was her boss? Studying the girl's clothes, she noted that he couldn't be too important. The girl was dressed in tight black jeans and a bright, off-the-shoulder ripped t-shirt with some American band on it. Her coat was ripped and had random buttons and patches adorning it.

She looked like she was coming back from a concert, not from a job. But still… 2 am… in the snow... Sakura sighed, yet again, and nodded "That would be a life-saver, arigatou."

The girl smiled, a huge, blinding grin before whipping out her phone and pressing her speed-dial.

Sakura studied the girl, yet again, as she talked on the phone. The girl had to be at least 19 or 20 with multiple piercings adorning her face. Her eyes were huge and dark, framed by long, even darker lashes. Her skin, sheathed over sharp cheekbones with cheeks still round with baby fat, was a perfect, jealously-inducing light caramel brown and her lips weren't excessively full but suited to her face.

She was pretty and exotic and it made Sakura's self-esteem take a nosedive- the second one this day.

"Miss? Miss, are you alright?"

Sakura snapped out of her haze of depression only to see a dark town car parked right in front of them. Sakura's eyes widened. Who the hell did this girl work for? Still, against her better judgment (2.A.M. did not allow for a decent amount of sleep), she ducked into the car and told the driver her address.

She looked around "Wow." Sakura commented.

"This is really nice."

The girl grinned; her eyes turned upwards, embarrassed at the compliment "Yeah, I know. My boss tends to be a little over-extravagant with these sorts of things. I hope you don't mind." Sakura shook her head "It's fine. Sure beats the subway. Tell me though, I'm curious. Who's your boss?"

The girl opened her eyes and tilted her head "Oh, of course. His name is Uchiha Itachi. He runs Uchiha Corporations. Have you heard of him?"

Sakura damned-near choked at the response. Uchiha Itachi? Sasuke's older, gorgeous brother- Uchiha Itachi? This girl had to be joking. Sakura bit down her meddling and albeit inappropriate questions and settled for a nonchalant, polite "Oh yes, I've heard of him. What do you do for him?"

The girl grinned "I'm his secretary."

Sakura had to bite her tongue. This baby-faced, teenage immigrant was the infamous secretary of Uchiha Itachi? The one who handled all of his affairs and interactions and fan-girls on a daily basis? This little air-headed girl? Sakura was fuming. She had been turned down for that job.

She had really wanted to be his secretary too. She had wanted to be more involved with Sasuke and Naruto, seeing as her training at the hospital and med-school kept her almost always out of the loop.

But no… this tiny, little daughter-of-a-farmer got the job.

"Miss, are you alright? You look sick." Sakura glared at the girl. "I'm fine." The girl smiled "That's good." Her eyes curved up again in that reassuring, kind grin and Sakura felt some of her hostility melt. It wasn't her fault that Sakura didn't get the job and the girl was obviously very good at what she did or Itachi wouldn't tolerate her.

Sakura let out a deep breath and smiled at the girl "Thank you for doing this for me. You didn't have to."

The girl's eyes widened "Of course I did. It was my fault you missed your ride! It was the least I could do!"

Sakura smiled as they pulled up to her apartment complex.

She bowed to the girl and ducked out, wincing a bit as a cold snowflake hit her nose.

Ah, thank god she didn't have to walk home in that.

Sakura waved to the car as it pulled away.