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AN: Thank you for the reviews… For the people who are confused, well that's the point of the story! So sorry that I can't answer questions about plot and characters. And about the dates… Well, I was bored so I thought it would be fun if I made a timeline out of it tehehehhee… From now on, I'm going to update this story everyday (hopefully). I can't be lazy coz it's like, 500 words per chapter! I bet it only takes you a minute to read this :P Anyways, I hope you like this chapter too :D don't forget to review!
J Luc Pitard: Oh, all women has their own share of jerks alright ahaha… Mine was lucky because I didn't throw him out of my apartment window (13th floor… hohoho…) :P Well, at least us girls are smart enough not to fall in to the same dark pit twice. Cheers to that! :D :D
Jeanne: Nope, never read it until you told me about it (Hye Kyo's "Fall From Grace", I mean). But thanks for telling me, I read it and I enjoyed it a lot! I love one shots better than stories with a lot of chapters :p
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STRANGERS
Chapter 3: March 29th
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"Thank you." She said when he handed her a cup of coffee. It was very early in the morning, but the coffee shop was already full with people who were on their way to work. And there he was, sitting with a stranger he just met last night, eating breakfast slowly like an old married couple.
He stared at her. Her sapphire eyes were dancing around attentively, looking at the people outside the window. Her small hands were holding her cup tightly, while her pink lips curved into a faint smile. Once in awhile, she would unconsciously take a small sip of her hot coffee or a small bite of her sandwich. No matter what she did, never once did she break her glowing gaze from the street. She realized that he was watching her, but she didn't seem to care. Because of that, she managed to make the silence between them warmer and more comforting. He wouldn't ask for more.
Last night, she was different. She was beautiful in a strange way. She was fragile and sweet, and she was like his three-day-pet butterfly he caught in a glass bottle when he was a kid. Strange, she was so willing, her every movement seemed to be tailored to his needs. It felt like she was created especially for him.
Oh.
An ink painting.
He blinked in realization.
Last night, she reminded him of an ink painting. A stroke of black ink on a pure white paper. Different images everytime, but he got a familiar feelings. The same touch. The same colour. The same hues. It was like a déjà vu. A fragment of tiny memory which was stored somewhere in his brain.
She took her last sip and looked at the watch on her wrist.
"Funny how time flies…" she said. He looked at the clock on the wall.
"I have to go." He took out some money from the wallet, to pay for their coffee and breakfast. She nodded.
"Me too…"
She took out a pink post-it and a pen from the purse. She wrote down something, folded it and gave it right into his hands.
"Call me sometimes when you're not busy." she said with a faint innocent smile on her lips. He crushed the pink folded post-it into his pants pocket.
"I'll be going then." He said.
"Can I at least know your name?" She asked. He looked at her and smiled.
"Let's just say that I'm a stranger." He replied. She looked at him, closed her eyes, and sighed.
"Then, I hope to see you again, stranger." She said with an understanding smile. He nodded. At least now she understood that they were going to be strangers forever.
One step he took out of the coffee shop and her smile disappeared from his mind.