Kagome
"You alright, Kagome?" I can't answer.
He came in on a full orchestra, complete with strings and trumpets and Usher crooning somewhere behind a cubicle. He was so good looking my face twists into a grimace. That's when you know a guy is hot— when they make you ugly.
Sango calls me again. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"You sure? It looks like you're ready to risk it all."
I couldn't help it. I've never seen someone look so sharp in a suit, and he didn't just walk. Oh, no, he prowled— down the aisle looking straight ahead with a cold expression set in his features. He didn't acknowledge any of us. That was fine. I wouldn't be able to take the pressure if he had.
"Who is that?"
Sango shrugs. "No idea. But he does remind me of someone."
