The first week of August was sweltering...
"Ah, it's hot..." Hinata sighed as she fanned herself with a makeshift fan, which was actually a flimsy book.
"Hinata," Tenten walked over with Neji in tow. "You're actually working on a day like this? Who comes to eat ramen around these times, it's way too hot."
"This is nothing compared to the heat in the desert," Temari scoffed, popping in as well. Shikamaru stood idly beside her and greeted Hinata with a little salute. "How's the Naruto Plan going? Any progress?"
"Eh..." Hinata looked down and began to fiddle with her apron. "A little."
"Hinata, I can't believe you like someone like him," Neji shook his head. "Just don't overwork yourself, alright?"
She didn't look up, but kept her head down and nodded. Something was off, she could feel it, but couldn't quite place her finger on it. Perhaps she was just being silly, right? Hinata chewed on her bottom lip nervously and poked her fingers together because when she thought of a certain dark haired, Sharingan eyed boy, she felt butterflies.
"Hey Hinata," She nearly fell over in fright.
"S-sasuke, you startled me," Hinata sighed, a hand over her heart. "You can't be here for ramen, can you?"
"Do I look like Naruto?" He smirked and held out something to her. "Here, I brought you this."
"For me?" She tilted her head in slight curiosity and took his from his hand. With a flick of her wrist, Hinata unfolded a lovely blue painted fan. Her mouth fell open in an 'o' and she looked up to thank him, however he was already gone. She pinched it closed and held it to her chest, her face turning red not only from the heat.
Hinata could almost swear there were butterfly wings beating within her chest. How could this happen? How could she come to feel this way for the one all the girls fell in love with?
"He definately doesn't look like Naruto," She said to herself looked down at the fan.
