Seven Fridays
Seventh Friday
Jean played with his house keys in his hoodie's pockets as he walked in the park. He took a day off today because he was still recovering from a cold. He just had a couple of coughs and a headache here and there but he was getting better. Maybe even better to return to work tomorrow. Most importantly, he was worried about that woman from last Friday. Obviously, something was wrong and Jean had a little bit of hope that she was here today so that he can approach her. Maybe to ask if she was okay and if she needed someone to talk to. Jean spotted the familiar curve in the walkway that lead to that well known bench. He followed it and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. A frown grew on his lips as the bench came to sight. Empty. It was empty. The usual woman that was there was gone. And Jean felt as empty as that bench. He sighed softly, pulling up his hood above his head and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He stopped in front of the bench before continuing on down the pathway.
"Wait." He stopped in his tracks as he heard a soft voice call to him. Jean turned around and that beautiful black haired woman was a few steps away from him. She held his umbrella in her hands and his jacket was resting on her forearm. She was wearing a long black skirt and a red short sleeve top and covering that top was a gray cardigan. The only thing that was missing was that red scarf that was always around her neck. She walked towards Jean, a little bit out of breath, probably because she was looking for him. She stopped a couple of inches away from him and held out his umbrella and jacket. Jean took it from her hands and blushed at the soft smile that grew on her lips.
"Thank you." She spoke again, her voice sounding gentle and smooth. She held out her hand for him to shake and Jean stared at it and then back at the beautiful young woman, the heat in his cheeks growing rapidly. "Mikasa. Mikasa Ackerman." She introduced herself.
"You-You're welcome..." He mumbled as he thought that beautiful name fitted her so well. Mikasa. Mikasa. He grabbed her hand and gently shook it. He was a little surprised at the fact that she firmly shook back.
"I'm Jean. Jean Kirschstein." He introduced himself, blushing at the shiny white smile on her face.
My specialty is Beruani but I like JeanKasa as well! I hoped you guys enjoy these 7 drabbles I made. It's not complete yet because I plan to do an extra on this story. It'll be done soon! Thank you!
-Ai
