Inu Kaiba: The usual. For round eight of the contest I'm in.

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He was short, cute and cuddly… exactly the type she didn't need. She didn't even 'have' a type yet, she surmised, sipping her coffee… only to spit it out because it was, well, coffee.

"I asked for a hot chocolate," she snapped, handing the mug back to the man. She drummed her fingers impatiently on the counter, waiting while the man replaced her order with the right brew. This wasn't the first time she'd come here, nor the first mix-up. The man could never seem to tell the difference between the coffee machine and the hot chocolate she requested.

However, the reason for her coming here always remained the same. And though she bitterly resented herself for it, she was the one with the crush and not him… Mokuba Kaiba. And, oh how she despised him. His eyes, his hair (even though it made him look like a girl), his voice, and oh, his stature (or lack of it). It was enough to make her sick, in the romantic sense.

And today was the day she was finally going to… "Oh shit, is he coming this way?" She stood up, and at exactly the wrong moment. The man handed her the mug of steaming hot chocolate just as Mokuba came barrelling into her.

Hot drink went flying, bodies collided. The aftermath came, with two bruised and battered bodies, frothy liquid splattered on tiled floor looking icky and brown, and a cracked mug which had seen its last day.

Surprisingly, Rebecca's good side took over. If you could call it good… "Watch where you're walking! My god, are you blind? I was obviously in your path and you didn't even attempt to avoid me. And my drink, you better buy me a new one. You're lucky it didn't ruin my outfit."

Mokuba, bombarded by her assault, immediately rose to his feet. Apologies were a must at this point, he realized. "I'm terribly sorry. I'll make it right up to you by buying you another drink."

He didn't know what had gotten into him. But she was kind of cute in the "I'm-terrified-you're-going-to-rip-out-my-heart-and-eat-it-if-I-don't-please-you," sort of way.

He ordered two drinks from the man and they sat down. "So.. Is there any other way I can make this up to you?" he asked, in a sort of shy way, afraid of being bitten by Rebecca. She seemed to be much happier now that she had her drink and they were seated though.

"Well… there is one way," She said, grinning as she licked some stray whipped cream from the corner of her lips.

"You name it, I'll do it… So long as it doesn't involve harming myself or my brother or landing me in jail or costing me over a hundred bajillion dollars."

Rebecca giggled. "You've got whipped cream on your mouth… Right… there," she said, wiping away the traces with her thumb. They were in closer proximities now, since Rebecca had closed the distance with her gesture, and it must have looked like the heat had turned up from the blushes on their faces.

Rebecca wasn't about to give in to being timid. She was always bold, and bold was how she was going to continue to be. "I'd like it if you would take me out. You know, on a date sometime."

"No prob, sugar," Mokuba surprised himself with the pet name, but her confidence was feeding his. "I've seen you around, but I have no idea where you live. Wanna help me out by giving me your location?"

Rebecca sipped her hot chocolate, paused, inspected her fingernails, and then brushed some dust off her shirt. All this hem-ing and hah-ing was getting her nowhere. "Alright… can I assure you'll be free sometime in the near future?"

"How's next weekend?" His responses were faster than she was accustomed to, but she took it in stride.

"I'll see you then." She finished her hot chocolate, banging it down with a thud. She left Mokuba to foot the bill, strutting out more confident then she'd felt in awhile.

And that was how Rebecca Hawkins got her first date.