"Mint tea, please. No sugar...and...maybe...one of those little raspberry tart thingies...Y'know...the tarts with the raspberry jam in the middle, and the cookie crumbles on the top and bottom. Yeah those things." A young woman said to a cashier at a local corner cafe. The woman twirled her ash white hair between her fingers, her bright green eyes staring up at the brown and white menu above her head. She moved her attention to a jar of Andes Mints. "And...five of these..." she pulled out her wallet and paid for her breakfast, taking her items and walking back to her table. She popped an Andes Mint into her mouth and let the cooling mint and bitter-sweet chocolate melt in her mouth. Mint and chocolate; God's greatest creation. Coconut and chocolate; another deviously sweet combination. Mint tea, the newspaper's crossword puzzles, and a beautiful snowy winter day; yet another wonderful, perfect combination that kept Cyl alive today. Without mint, chocolate, coconut, tea, crossword puzzles or perfectly soft long hair, Cyl would have already commited suicide.
Cyl was a young woman around the age of twenty-three. She was beautiful and shy at times. At other times, she could be stubborn and annoyed when she did not get her way. Today she felt excited and wild. She was going to meet the world's greatest detective. Cyl worked as a mortician for years. She had even helped a bit with the L.A.B.B murder cases. But that was years ago, another story for another day.
Cyl sighed a bit and she washed down her Andes Mint with her tea, nibbling on the raspberry tart. She stared down at the black and white newspaper, her pencil filling out the crossword puzzles. She wasn't certain that she was correct, but the crossword puzzles just gave her something to do. Crossword puzzles made her feel relaxed when she was anxious. After a few minutes, Cyl checked her watch. 10:22 AM. She quickly stuffed the tart into her mouth, down the rest of her tea and she shoved the rest of the Andes Mints into her pocket, rushing out of the cafe. Wonderful. I'm going to be late. Wow. She thought to herself, nearly running down the street.
It was 10:27 AM when she reached the hotel she was supposed to met the world's greatest detective. She panted softly and looked into a window of the hotel, seeing her reflection. She brushed her hair back into place, brushed snowflakes and crumbs off of her shirt, and tried to calm down. Cyl took a deep breath before walking into the hotel, looking around. He said he'd meet me right in the lobby...Her voice echoed through her mind. Her heart throbbed wildly. What if I was supposed to meet him earlier this morning? What if this is the wrong hotel? What if this is the wrong day? What if this is the wrong week? Month? What if-
"Excuse me, you must me Miss Dawn..." said a quiet voice. Cyl turned, trembling like a little leaf. "You're a bit early. The email stated that we should meet at exactly 10:45...it's 10:31..." Cyl stared into dark, mysterious eyes and a blank pale face that had the expression 'Stop shaking you idiot. You look like you've been hit by a truck'. Cyl blinked, swallowing hard. "O-Oh...10:45...oh..." The woman's heart drummed inside her chest. The man didn't blink, his eyes half closed. "I-I'm sorry..." she said. What a wonderful first impression. The man was hunched over, his hands were shoved in the pockets of his faded blue jeans. He had a massive bed-head, but he looked like he had not slept in years. Dark gray shades were streaked under his eyes and his lips were a pale pink. He looked dead...and Cyl had seen a whole lot of dead in her life.
The man stared at the woman in front of her. She looked alive and full of energy. Her ash white hair brushed just under her shoulders; and her bangs fell into her bright green eyes. She looked well rested and living. Her skin was soft and flawless, like a smooth white pearl. Her lips were pink and full and a color of bright scarlet was dusted across her cheeks and on the tip of her nose. The man's heart felt strange. It quickened. He could only stare. It's the ugly duckling. He thought and he smirked.
Cyl blinked at the smirk, her cheeks growing a darker shade of red. "I'm so sorry..." she apologized again, standing up straight. "You're-" she was interupted by the man. "Yes. My name is Ryuzaki." Cyl looked at him with a nod. "Ryuzaki. I'm-" she was interupted again. "Cyl Dawn. I think we've been through this already..." He pulled out his hand from his pocket and extended it to Cyl. Cyl slowly raised her hand to shake his. But he didn't reach for her hand. He reached for her hair. Ryuzaki gently brushed her white hair from her eyes. "That's better." he stated, retracting his hand. He nibbled on his thumb lightly. Cyl blinked, her eyes wide like a deer in headlights. The blush grew darker; she looked like an apple. Ryuzaki smirked again. Cyl exhaled deeply. "A-Alright...Ryuzaki..." His name rolled off her tongue. "W were going to talk..."
Ryuzaki nodded once to the woman and turned. "Yes. Please follow me. Please do not trip." He grinned a bit. Cyl glared at the back of his head, but did not reply. She took a deep breath and she followed him, brushing her hair back into her eyes. This was going to be a long, long day...