A chance, one moment.
Meeting with enjoyment
When wild eyes meets
Sadness defeats
Oh, sweetness please make it last
Too late, she's gone way too fast
The poem the next morning immediately made her think of the amber-eyed accountant. Li Xao Lang. Chinese. He was tall - taller than most in the office. His brief case that he carried was rather tatty, but his clothes looked nice. He had really great shoulders.
Very… broad.
Li Xiao Lang.
Frowning, she read the note once more, but chided herself. That couldn't be possible. Li Xiao Lang? The one writing her poems? He worked on the 7th floor. Tomoyo, ever vigilant, had said no one ever stopped by her desk when she was gone. Sakura was always one of the first people here in the mornings. There was no time for someone to come to her desk unless they came extremely early.
It couldn't be… she was just being stupid.
But somewhere in her heart… she kind of hoped.
Hopefulness
Oddness
Curiousness
Delightfulness
All for a name
To spark a flame
It was short, but it brought a wide smile to Syaoran's lips as he read it over twice more. He thought of her lovely green eyes and read the note for the fourth time before tucking it into his drawer.
It wouldn't be impossible, would it? If she were the poet…
Meiling stood from her chair to ask him something, but Syaoran was too busy with his thoughts to hear her. It was only when a paperclip knocked the side of his head did he realize Eriol was calling his name.
"You soaring through the universe, space cadet? Meiling asked a question." His friend grinned.
"What?" Syaoran tried to keep up. "Sorry, I was thinking about something else."
"Well, that's obvious." Meiling huffed from her corner. "I was asking if you guys were planning to go to this overpriced masquerade that the company shouldn't be having."
"Nope." Both men said at the same time, then grinned and gave each other air high-fives over the cubicle.
"Meaning you can't find any girls to go with you." Meiling smirked. "You two are going to die alone if you keep this up."
"We won't be alone. We'll have each other, right, Eriol?" Syaoran chuckled as Eriol nodded with mock-importance. But his friend's dark eyes tightened a bit behind his glasses and his smile slipped off his lips. Without another word, Eriol turned back to his computer and clicked several things on it. Syaoran quirked an eyebrow at Meiling, who shrugged in response.
"And then what happened?" Sakura asked, completely ignoring her latte sitting on her desk.
Tomoyo's face lit up as she whispered, "He hugged me goodbye! Hugged me!" Holding her coffee cup to her chest, her friend sighed blissfully. "I mean, I thought he was sweet when he helped me with the expense website before, Sakura, but he's really just a good guy! And I never thought I'd be attracted to glasses. He makes them look handsome, you know?"
"Already planning to take his picture?" Sakura laughed.
"Oh, you know you're my one and only model. But…" she bit her bottom lip and Sakura blinked in disbelief. She'd never seen Tomoyo act like this before. "…I think I'm going to ask him to the masquerade."
Sakura gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "You are!?"
"Yeah, I was planning on doing it later today."
"You are so brave." Sakura shook her head and refused to let her green eyes slide to Mr. Tsukishiro's office.
Tomoyo didn't know about her embarrassing rejection. The less who knew, the better.
"I hope he says yes and you get to tell me all about it."
Tomoyo frowned, her cute eyebrows pinching together. "You're not going?"
"Why would I? Why go if you don't have a date?"
There was a knock on the office door and the trio glanced up at it in bewilderment. Syaoran saw large navy eyes peek around as the door opened slowly. Instantly, he noticed Eriol's face light up. His awkward friend stood quickly and his chair rolled to hit the back cabinets with a loud bang!
"Miss Daidouji! What are you doing here?"
The girl stepped through the threshold, her face holding a nervous smile.
"I wanted to ask you something. Is-is it okay if we go to the elevators?"
Eriol was stunned for only a few palpable seconds before – "Of course, yes, absolutely! Give me one second."
Syaoran watched in utter amazement as Eriol filed out the door after the girl and sat there in shock for a brief minute. Catching Meiling's eye, they both waited a good ten seconds before wordlessly hurrying out of their chairs and staggering out the door to follow him.
"Who is she?" Meiling hissed as they rushed awkwardly, trying to keep their footsteps quiet.
"No idea."
Stopping at the door to the elevators and peeking through the small square window, Syaoran had a good view of Eriol. His friend was pushing up his glasses on his nose – his signature nervous gesture – and saying something softly.
"What's he saying?" His cousin whispered loudly in his ear, her face pressed against his to see out the window.
"Hush, Meiling!"
The girl, standing just a small step out of sight from the window, must have said something else because Eriol's hand dropped from his glasses and his mouth fell open. He saw Eriol give a small nod and a brilliant grin stretched his lips. Syaoran pressed his nose on the glass in attempts to get even one glimpse of the girl, but to no avail. He watched Eriol sheepishly give her a wave and he heard a faint tell-tale ding of the elevator opening. And then Eriol's eyes turned to the door and caught Syaoran's.
"Crap! Meiling! He spotted us! Run!" Syaoran cried as his friend's smile instantly turned dark.
They raced down the hallway just as the door opened and Eriol's heavy footsteps followed behind them.
"You little sneaks!"
"It was Meiling's idea!" Syaoran laughed as he ran.
"Syaoran, you are such a liar!" she shrilled, just a step behind him.
Hurrying to their office door and quickly gesturing Meiling through, Syaoran shut it on Eriol's furious face just in time. Meiling collapsed on the paper-covered couch with loud giggles as Syaoran braced the pounding door closed. He'd forgotten how fast his friend could run!
"You two!" Eriol's muffled voice roared from the door.
"I'll let you in if you promise not to hit me! Even though it was Meiling's idea!"
"Stop saying that! It wasn't me!" she shouted back, grinning. Papers scattered to the floor as she stood.
"We didn't even hear anything anyways. So, it's all good, yeah?" Syaoran called.
Eriol was quiet for a moment before he said, "I promise I won't hit you. Let me in."
With a begrudging look from Meiling, he opened the door and his friend's blushing, frowning face appeared.
"So, what was that about?" Meiling asked with a smirk.
"Oh, nothing." Eriol shot back a smug look of his own. "Hey, Syaoran, what kind of beverage do they serve at parties?"
The amber-eyed man gave a worried look. "Uhhh, punch?"
Eriol punched Syaoran hard in the shoulder and he staggered back with an offended look as Eriol headed back to his desk with a loud laugh.
"Ow, Eriol! You promised not to hit!"
"It was just the punchline, though." Eriol grinned proudly, sitting in his chair.
"Well, then." The amber-eyed man tilted his head thoughtfully. "Touché."
"You guys will always be idiots," Meiling groaned before shutting the door closed.
Word Count: 1268 (longest post yet! :3)
