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Imperfectus

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In my world of monochrome, this vivid pink boldly made an impact.

It's been some time since I have joined Oto firm and things are better than ever.

Sometimes I deeply wonder if her hair is pastel pink or any other shade.

I wanted to see this up close.

Perhaps my wish wasn't that impossible as one day as I was looking outside, I saw something different in the scenario.

She missed the bus today.

Even If my critical nature was screaming at me to frown at this act of imperfection. I laughed.

To think that I was rooting strongly for her from my place that she would catch the bus and I was upset that she didn't.

If she decided to wait for the next bus perhaps we could meet, my mind supplied dully.

I still had fifteen minutes before I go to the bus stop.

Before I knew it, I was crossing the road before my usual time and going there.

She was sitting on the bench. I was too amused to catch myself and lack of friends in this new city wasn't helping the matter either.

"So you finally miss the bus today."

I blurted out the moment I got there. It came out more amicably than I wanted. But it couldn't be helped. I have been watching her for a long time.

A wrong choice of words.

I thought later since it implied that not only have I been watching her regularly to know that she missed the bus today but also for quite some time.

She looked up and I found myself locked with two viridian eyes.

I was shocked. Was it possible for a person to be this colorful? In the back of my mind I knew green was also added to my world of limited colors, at that moment.

When I recovered, I sat down on the bench. She reddened and muttered something but I couldn't catch that.

I was desperately trying to say something. To start a conversation.

"I see you every day," I heard myself say in a cool nonchalant voice.

Again a wrong choice of words and this time, probably, wrong choice of tone too.

"Really?" She said with a voice laced with confusion and a hint of irritation. I didn't mind though.

"Uh huh," I said and made a slight attempt to smile.

"I go by bus at nine. I get here at 8.15 am to grab my coffee at Café Brasserie on the opposite side of the bus stop. I see you through the window. It's amusing." I told her quite honestly like what I was saying anything creepy at all. But it was only the truth.

"Well, I am glad I could add to your amusement." She crooked out awkwardly with a sloppy smile.

I was really confused. I told her the truth but still, it felt like we were not on the same page.

It was ironic the lady killer bachelor was here having a hard time to think of words to say to a girl.

Never before in my life have I hustle in such a way. I was always approached first and I was always coaxed into talking.

Then I remembered I wanted to meet her because it was she that inspired me to join Oto firm in a way and that was probably the best decision of my life

"I wanted to meet you sometime," I said sincerely and thankfully this time my tone also reflected that. I saw as her eyebrows rose up in shock, but it wasn't anything worth celebrating as she recovered soon and assumed a nonchalant face.

"Yeah, it would be quite fun to meet a super clumsy cheeseball like me," she muttered under her breath.

I could only shake my head at that retort as I laughed. And here I thought I was going to make some progress but my carefully chosen words to express that I wanted to meet her were cast aside coolly.

"No. I actually like your determination and daring ability." I told her.

She gasped and her head snapped in my direction.

Some progress, maybe, this time.

Since I was only good at talking business- clipped and short. I decided to say it as it was and give my words one more try.

''I sit by the window and watch outside while sipping my coffee.'' I started again looking at the road ahead, ''There is nothing special to the view outside: Just a typical morning view, cars moving here and there and people rushing around to get to their work."

"And then there is you," I said, my mind wandering to the pink color that even invade my dreams now a days.

"A flash of pink running through the humdrum scenario. It's like a colorful stroke of brush to a grey painting. The funny thing is it's a regular occurrence. I couldn't help but notice you and by now I kind of wait for that occurrence every day." I finished.

It was kind of embarrassing. I don't talk about how my feelings and thoughts often. I don't talk about them. Period.

She laughed for the first time and it was sweet. I couldn't help but get entranced by it.

If that was the price of embarrassment then it was fine.

"I guess I sort of jumbled your routine too by missing the bus," I heard her say with a genuine smile and I ran out of things to say.

I was relieved I could get through her.

"Seems like it," I managed. It was surprising how easily my smile slipped through.

While waiting for the bus we talked. I was very curious about her hair color, she was kind enough to tell me it was natural ( she might be used to people asking her all the time) and I felt a sense of pride to know that I was right it was pastel pink.

As colorful she was, she was nice to talk too. I liked talking to her and I rarely like talking to anyone. We talked all the way even in the bus.

That day after reaching home when I recalled that ride with her. It came back to me as colorful and vibrant and chirping.

The next day,

Before I knew it my feet took me to the stop before the usual time. It wasn't my routine and I hadn't thought it over.

However, when she arrived before her usual time and smiled, I realized perhaps there were some things are not needed to be thought over as I smiled back.

There was a spark in her that my soul carved and I knew I would be back here for her over and over again.

And I wouldn't mind if this jumble up my routine a bit.

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A/N: so here it is, the end!

Special thanks everyone who read and supported this fic. I am glad you like it.

Also thanks to everyone who reviewed, it really helped a lot and everyone who favorited and followed.

The dilemma of small conversation for an introvert, it wasn't my intention to explain it, but since Sasuke is an introvert by nature, I am glad I turned out this way.

For Sakura it was all living the moment and all focus on herself, but for Sasuke, as an introvert and observant person, he takes into account everything. Too many thoughts on his mind for even a simple interaction.

Do let me know of your thoughts about this. Which part is your favourite? Sakura or Sasuke?

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~Charm