#9 – Motoki

Mechanically, my hands perform their task, polishing the tall glass beyond glistening. I hear the familiar sound of bells jingling as the doors slide open to admit another customer; I don't bother to look up.

"Gomen, Minna-chan! I know I'm late!"

My hands cease their motions and my head snaps up, my eyes searching for the owner of the voice. There! No…brown hair, not blonde; a green uniform skirt, not blue; no familiar group of girls…no tall, raven-haired adorer.

No more Sailor V marathons, triple-chocolate milkshakes, advice seeking, or special smiles.

No more Usagi-chan. Never again.