Don't ask me why it took me so long to write the second chapter of this. Just be glad that it's here.

Chapter 2

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Sakura checked her watch. It had been half an hour since she entered the bathroom, and the shop owner probably wouldn't be too happy with her when she came out. Summoning up the courage, she walked out slowly and tried to remain inconspicuous.

Every eye was on her.

Most looked sympathetic, while others just looked annoyed. She stuffed a fifty in the tip jar and went on her not-so-merry way, ducking her face.

Life was not going well, she decided. It was just on one of those "Hey, I'm going to mess with you today" kind of days. Maybe tomorrow it would be one of those "Hey, you deserve a break. I'll make your boss sick so you can skip" days. Probably not.

When she got to her apartment, Sakura decided she would break out the wine and watch movies in pajamas all night then fall asleep on the couch and probably end up missing work. Which should bother her since her job was in danger, but didn't really at all.

Just as she finished off her second glass of wine, someone knocked on her door. She sighed and cracked the door open.

"Li-san... Do you need something?" Sakura fiddled with the chipping paint on the doorframe to avoid looking him in the eye.

"Actually, yes. May I come in?" he asked politely, bowing slightly. Sakura sighed inwardly and opened the door wider, allowing him to walk in.

"So why are you here?" she asked, pouring him a glass of wine. He took a sip and set the glass down slowly.

"Well, Meiling sent me here to discuss our relationship."

Sakura coughed.

"We both know why it didn't work, Syaoran," she said quietly. "Now seriously, please don't bother me at home like this again." She got up to show him to the door, but he grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to the couch.

"That's why I'm here. I'd like to apologize."

She froze.

"You're here to apologize?"

He nodded. "It was wrong of me to get mad at you. I should respect the fact that you're saving yourself for marriage."

Sakura was speechless. The last person she would ever expect to apologize and admit that it was all their fault was Li Syaoran. But here he was, apologizing and such.

"Oh. Uh, thanks."

He pulled out a squished rose from his jacket and handed it to her. She smiled questioningly, but nevertheless took the rose.

"I would have gotten you a dozen, but they wouldn't have fit."

She smiled. "Thank you."

He got up from the couch and let himself out. "If you were thinking about skipping tomorrow, you shouldn't. Meiling is pissed."

And with that, he left Sakura to ponder alone.

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As instructed, Sakura walked into work the next day, wearing a new blouse that she didn't need a reason to wear previously. But now she felt good, and it was time that she got back on the market.

Sakura slumped into her desk, ignoring the two others in the room. They weren't going to say hi anytime soon, so she figured that it was okay.

Just as she was about to read that pamphlet on what her job was, Meiling barged in. The couple under the desk stilled and remained silent as she walked to Sakura's desk.

"Sakura, are you and Syaoran good?" she asked, business face plastered on. Sakura nodded quietly.

"K. Then I'm sending him with you to the high school tomorrow." And just as quickly, she walked out.

And the couple continued.

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It turned out, life wasn't giving Sakura a free pass just yet. She ran errands all day for Meiling, which were incessant. Her mind wandered as she trudged around the city, thinking often of Syaoran. His sense of humor, his beautiful amber eyes, him shirtless... ahh.

But mostly his strange apology the night before. It took less than three minutes altogether... she wondered why he didn't stay longer. Maybe he felt awkward.

Then she remembered that last night she was wearing a thin tank top and the shortest shorts that she owned.

She blushed.

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End. I'm tired. Maybe I'm done for the night.