Disclaimer: Nobuhiro Watsuki is the owner of Rurouni Kenshin and all of its characters.
A/N: Wheeee~!! I guess this fic...isn't so bad after all...? ^^' It's better then a few previous RK fics, anyway. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Or would you consider this an average not-so-interesting-but-worth-reading sort of fic? Hope you drop me a note by reviewing!! ^__^
Mini note: In this fic, Kaoru and Kenshin are both 26 years old!! I'd rather not think of them as ten years apart...
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"Kaoru..."
* * *
They shared a moment of silence as their eyes locked for what seemed an eternity. Kaoru was the first to awaken from their trance, mentally slapping herself for staring so long. The handsome and familiar redhead stood before her, gazing at her with disbelief written in his eyes. She couldn't get herself to say anything except-
"You're..."
He seemed to blush like a fireball that was set off spontaneously, and she could've sworn she would've seen steam coming out of his head if he'd blushed any further. Keeping his cool, he let the blood drain from his face, and he spoke out with a slightly shy tone.
"Hello Kaoru...dono..."
She smiled at him brightly, delighted by the fact that he'd remembered her name, and also the slight cuteness of his old country-like Japanese dialect. Suddenly, Kenshin took on a look of surprise as she put a hand up to her mouth and blushed. She then lowered her hand and she slightly stuck out the tip her tongue.
"I forgot to ask for your name! I'm so sorry!"
He seemed to relax at her casualness, and he put on a happy grin.
"I'm Himura Kenshin. It was too bad that we parted rather strangely the other day."
She had to admit, he was rather charming when he smiled at her like that. She found herself being attracted to his innocent, amiable nature. Setting down the pot of hibiscus, she rested her elbows on the counter and began to take up a conversation.
"I know, it's like that when you work as a stewardess."
"Do you come to Paris often?"
"Yes, this is only my second time, though. I'm pretty much assigned to assist in flights between here and Tokyo from now on."
Sighing, she glanced back up at his violet eyes, which continued to gaze at her curiously. She suddenly realized what she was REALLY supposed to be doing.
"Oh, so, can I help you with something?"
He fumbled for a second, and managed to sort out his words.
"I'm...looking for a simple bouquet. Would you preferably have any tulips?"
"Let's see..."
She began wandering around the shop, rummaging around the refrigerators and so on. None of them seemed fresh enough to her liking, and an idea suddenly shot into her mind.
"Here, come with me. I want to show you something."
His heart jerked as he saw her walking towards him, and she gently slipped her hand under his and began pulling him into the back room. Bewildered, he let himself be dragged away by her firm grip.
She led him into an entire room filled with flowers, apparently that turned out to be a greenhouse. Buds blossomed everywhere, and their natural fragrance seemed to melt his heart in a tender emotion. Her hand slipped away from his, and he reluctantly let go. She began to make her way to a batch of tulips kept carefully in the refrigerators in the corner, and she came back with five bright red tulips, with a golden yellow shade lining the tips of the petals. Not a single grain of pollen was out of place, and the leaves stretched out far and long with a healthy shade of viridian green. She smelled the tulips lightly, and then nodded in consent. She seemed to beam with joy at their good condition.
"Will five be enough?"
"Yes."
She walked back to the door, and Kenshin took one last glance at the greenhouse before exiting with her. He oddly enough felt at peace in that place. He took his place on the other side of the counter. Using her hands skillfully, she tore off a large piece of white opaque paper, and carefully wrapped the flowers, fastening it down with a piece of tape. With a sunny yellow ribbon, she gingerly tied a bow delicately at the center, and handed him the bouquet. She punched in a few numbers in her calculator, and gave him a wink.
"I'll give you a special discount, since I finally got to meet you."
He shook his head.
"No, I don't want to get you in trouble!"
She smiled at him, appreciating his concern.
"Don't worry, a sweet little old lady owns this place, and she only runs it for her love of growing and gardening. She'll be happy that I've met someone new."
He sighed, and placed the coins into her elegant hand. Handing him his change, her blue eyes looked up to face him square in the eye again.
"Is that all for today?"
He nodded. Suddenly, he remembered the time, and he glanced down at his watch. 5:15.
"Oh, shoot! I've gotta run!"
He gave her a one last grin, thanked her, and dashed to the door. Outside, it had begun to rain heavily. Concerned, she called out to him.
"Wait!"
But he'd already left.
Dashing into the back room, she pulled out her own umbrella and went running out the front entrance. She ran through masses of people, all headed home for a peaceful night, looking forward to have a warm roof above their heads. Panting hard, she nearly slipped in her sandals, and finally, she saw the flaming red hair running before her.
"Kenshin!"
He seemed to have heard her, and stopped with a jolt to turn back. He bore a startled expression on face as he saw her running to him, soaking wet from the rain. He hardly recognized how equally drenched he was, with his shirt sagging at the shoulders from the weight of the water. Finally catching up, she bent over, leaning on her knees to catch her breath. Finally, she looked up at him with a sweet smile, panting, and handed him her umbrella.
"You'll get wet, you should take this."
He didn't know what to say as she opened the umbrella for him, and covered both of them from the rain.
"I should walk you back to the shop..."
She placed a hand on his as she handed him the handle.
"No, I don't want to make you late for your appointment."
For as second, both of them seemed to freeze as they nearly drowned themselves into the deep shades of each others' eyes, beneath the little umbrella that they shared. Slowly and reluctantly, she removed her hand from his that held the umbrella, and she took a step back. Building up the courage, he placed a hand on her shoulder, nearly half embracing her, and whispered in her ear, his breath releasing a waft of mist from the cold.
"...thanks..."
With that, he turned on his heel and dashed off into the streets, his red hair fading in with the background with his bunch of tulips as he ran further and further. She sighed, content that her running had been worth it, and slowly began to head back to the shop, thinking of the person she'd newly met that day...
* * *
"Himura, where've you been?!"
Kenshin came stumbling into the lobby through the front entrance, with Misao and Aoshi patiently waiting by the stairs with concerned looks. Misao ran up to him with sympathetic eyes as she saw his drenched form. Looking down, she saw the bouquet of tulips hanging slightly withered from his hand. He smiled down at her casually.
"Himura, what have you got there?"
He handed her the bouquet, and walked towards Aoshi's outstretched arms containing the suit meant for him. He examined it thoughtfully, and gave Misao a grin.
"Thanks for the suit. Those are for you."
She couldn't help grinning and playfully punching his shoulder.
"You sly dog! You didn't have to do this!"
Aoshi grunted, motioning Kenshin impatiently to hurry up and get ready. He obliged immediately and ran up the stairs. Sano came walking into their hotel room moments later, and the two of them went through a chaotic 15 minutes to make themselves presentable...
* * *
Kenshin leaned against the wall outside the balcony as he sipped a glass of wine. The noble guests were all inside, chattering on about recent news and kendo techniques. Aoshi and Misao were with them, with Misao smiling and nodding while Aoshi stood motionless like an icicle. He'd never change, even after seven years...
"Oi Kenshin, how's the wine?"
He gave his friend a grin as Sano leaned against the wall beside him. Kenshin sipped again.
"It's quite rich."
"Aye, that's French wine for ya."
The two remained like this for a few minutes, gazing up at the crescent moon adorned with stars. Kenshin continued to relate back to his meeting with Kaoru, and he'd gotten closer to this woman he...he...
"Dude, what's on your mind?"
"Oro?"
Sano punched him lightly in the ear, giving his friend a smirk.
"I can tell something's goin' on in that innocent brain of yours. Spit it."
He lowered his violet eyes to see his reflection in his wine. Sighing, he spoke.
"I met her in the plane."
"Why, did she sit next to ya? Got close?"
Kenshin glared at the maniac grinning perhaps half-drunk Sano, then continued.
"She was a stewardess with ivory black hair and blue eyes. I can't get her out of my head."
For once, Sano felt silent, visualizing the picture Kenshin was describing.
"There's something about her that just confuses me. Her face won't get out of my head, and I'm starting to think I'm hallucinating."
Sano sighed.
"Kenshin, there's nothing wrong with love, you know that right?"
"Of course I do. Despite my looks, I AM twenty-six..."
His friend laughed and allowed him to continue.
"I saw her again today."
"Was sheer luck for you, eh? Where'd you find her?"
"At a flower shop along la rue. It was pretty small, and was illuminated with candle light."
Sano suddenly stopped chuckling, and he replaced his facial expression with a smirk.
"Jou-chan, looks like you found your man..."
"Jou-chan?"
Sano closed his eyes and shook his head, still smirking.
"Nothing."
With that, they heard Misao's voice calling them to come down. It was time to leave, and they left the mansion without further more a word.
* * *
Kaoru laid in her bed, looking out the window down at the sparkling city of Paris beneath. The thought of flaming red hair continued to flash in her mind. A large mark of an 'X' etched on the side of a tender cheek, and an innocent grin turned to her over and over in her thoughts. It was strange, how one stranger could suddenly become a person who you can't quite stop thinking about...for nearly no purpose. She was wrapped in confusion, not knowing how to describe her emotions in any way, shape, or form. Her thinking was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in."
The door creaked open, and the tall figure of a lovely woman stood in her doorway. Long black hair danced around her as the wind coming from the window blew in greeting. She wore a simple dress with a wool coat, her scarf covering her entire, slim neck.
"Kaoru-chan, long time no see."
"Megumi-san? Is that you?"
Megumi stalked over to her bed and seated herself by Kaoru. Smiling, she brushed away a strand of hair that fell across Kaoru's face.
"You don't look to well, hon. What's wrong?"
Kaoru shook her head and smiled. Megumi was like her friend. Almost. There were always some dislikes about each other that never made them get close enough to be 'good' friends. On the other hand, that just seemed to make them even closer. Like sisters, in a sense.
"Just some things on my mind tonight. What's been goin' on with you?"
Megumi began rolling up her scarf and removed her coat. She stood up to hang it on a coat hanger.
"Well, just here for another business trip. The hospital's been quite strict with research lately."
"Lucky you got yourself in Paris."
She nodded, seating herself back down on the bed across from Kaoru. Her dark brown eyes turned towards the window.
"It's been a while..."
The slightly older woman, 28 to be exact, rolled over and closed her eyes.
"What were you thinking of, Kaoru?"
Kaoru herself began drowsing into sleep.
"Just...thinking of people..."
"What kind?"
She sighed as she covered herself with the blankets, closing her eyes to rest.
"..People with flaming red hair...and eyes of amethyst..."
Megumi opened her eyes again to see whether or not Kaoru had gone nuts. She hadn't, and her sister-like friend lay sound asleep in a waft of blankets. Her long lashes twitched as the lights dimmed and finally went out, leaving the room dark for the women to sleep.
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Kenshin, at the same time, was awake in his bed with his glasses on, reading a philosophical book based on complicated subjects. Sano sat on the bed across from him, rubbing his washed hair with a dry towel. Kenshin paused from reading to look out the window, being reminded about another meeting coming up tomorrow.
"Sano, what do you plan to do tomorrow?"
"I've got work over at the airport. The usual clean-up."
"Do you ever get tired of it?"
Sano paused from his drying and looked up at Kenshin with a 'you-think?' look. Kenshin sighed as he proceeded to rub his head. Looking to his right, he saw Kaoru's umbrella neatly closed up on the bed stand beside his glasses case. He picked it up, playing with it from hand to hand and his eyes reverted back to the window.
"I should give this back to her...soon..."
It was then that he decided that he'd go to her after the meeting. With that, he took off his glasses and went to sleep.
* * *
Kenshin stood before the flower shop at 3:00pm the next day, staring through the showcase. There was nobody behind the counter, and the place looked a lot duller then the previous night, now that it was bright and sunny outside. The sign 'closed' hung loosely from the window, and he checked his watched to make sure that the store was to be opened again in thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes later...
An old woman opened the door of the flower shop as the little bell tinkled above her. Seeing Kenshin, she gave him a quick grin and led him inside. Knowing that he wasn't good with French, he handed him a turquoise colored note, with elegant handwriting scribbled with blue ink. He walked back out onto the streets, squinting his eyes from the sunshine. Seating himself on a bench, he read his note.
Kenshin~
I was somehow convinced that you would come see me again today, obviously because my umbrella is in your possession. My work doesn't end until 4:00pm, so if you just happen to have a bit of free time, I wish to see you over at the café on la rue called 'La Petit Cuillere". If you haven't known, this place is known for its soup. I hope I get a chance to talk to you again-
~Kaoru
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Love it or hate it? I appreciate all opinions!! Thank you!! ^___^
~Momori
A/N: Wheeee~!! I guess this fic...isn't so bad after all...? ^^' It's better then a few previous RK fics, anyway. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Or would you consider this an average not-so-interesting-but-worth-reading sort of fic? Hope you drop me a note by reviewing!! ^__^
Mini note: In this fic, Kaoru and Kenshin are both 26 years old!! I'd rather not think of them as ten years apart...
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"Kaoru..."
* * *
They shared a moment of silence as their eyes locked for what seemed an eternity. Kaoru was the first to awaken from their trance, mentally slapping herself for staring so long. The handsome and familiar redhead stood before her, gazing at her with disbelief written in his eyes. She couldn't get herself to say anything except-
"You're..."
He seemed to blush like a fireball that was set off spontaneously, and she could've sworn she would've seen steam coming out of his head if he'd blushed any further. Keeping his cool, he let the blood drain from his face, and he spoke out with a slightly shy tone.
"Hello Kaoru...dono..."
She smiled at him brightly, delighted by the fact that he'd remembered her name, and also the slight cuteness of his old country-like Japanese dialect. Suddenly, Kenshin took on a look of surprise as she put a hand up to her mouth and blushed. She then lowered her hand and she slightly stuck out the tip her tongue.
"I forgot to ask for your name! I'm so sorry!"
He seemed to relax at her casualness, and he put on a happy grin.
"I'm Himura Kenshin. It was too bad that we parted rather strangely the other day."
She had to admit, he was rather charming when he smiled at her like that. She found herself being attracted to his innocent, amiable nature. Setting down the pot of hibiscus, she rested her elbows on the counter and began to take up a conversation.
"I know, it's like that when you work as a stewardess."
"Do you come to Paris often?"
"Yes, this is only my second time, though. I'm pretty much assigned to assist in flights between here and Tokyo from now on."
Sighing, she glanced back up at his violet eyes, which continued to gaze at her curiously. She suddenly realized what she was REALLY supposed to be doing.
"Oh, so, can I help you with something?"
He fumbled for a second, and managed to sort out his words.
"I'm...looking for a simple bouquet. Would you preferably have any tulips?"
"Let's see..."
She began wandering around the shop, rummaging around the refrigerators and so on. None of them seemed fresh enough to her liking, and an idea suddenly shot into her mind.
"Here, come with me. I want to show you something."
His heart jerked as he saw her walking towards him, and she gently slipped her hand under his and began pulling him into the back room. Bewildered, he let himself be dragged away by her firm grip.
She led him into an entire room filled with flowers, apparently that turned out to be a greenhouse. Buds blossomed everywhere, and their natural fragrance seemed to melt his heart in a tender emotion. Her hand slipped away from his, and he reluctantly let go. She began to make her way to a batch of tulips kept carefully in the refrigerators in the corner, and she came back with five bright red tulips, with a golden yellow shade lining the tips of the petals. Not a single grain of pollen was out of place, and the leaves stretched out far and long with a healthy shade of viridian green. She smelled the tulips lightly, and then nodded in consent. She seemed to beam with joy at their good condition.
"Will five be enough?"
"Yes."
She walked back to the door, and Kenshin took one last glance at the greenhouse before exiting with her. He oddly enough felt at peace in that place. He took his place on the other side of the counter. Using her hands skillfully, she tore off a large piece of white opaque paper, and carefully wrapped the flowers, fastening it down with a piece of tape. With a sunny yellow ribbon, she gingerly tied a bow delicately at the center, and handed him the bouquet. She punched in a few numbers in her calculator, and gave him a wink.
"I'll give you a special discount, since I finally got to meet you."
He shook his head.
"No, I don't want to get you in trouble!"
She smiled at him, appreciating his concern.
"Don't worry, a sweet little old lady owns this place, and she only runs it for her love of growing and gardening. She'll be happy that I've met someone new."
He sighed, and placed the coins into her elegant hand. Handing him his change, her blue eyes looked up to face him square in the eye again.
"Is that all for today?"
He nodded. Suddenly, he remembered the time, and he glanced down at his watch. 5:15.
"Oh, shoot! I've gotta run!"
He gave her a one last grin, thanked her, and dashed to the door. Outside, it had begun to rain heavily. Concerned, she called out to him.
"Wait!"
But he'd already left.
Dashing into the back room, she pulled out her own umbrella and went running out the front entrance. She ran through masses of people, all headed home for a peaceful night, looking forward to have a warm roof above their heads. Panting hard, she nearly slipped in her sandals, and finally, she saw the flaming red hair running before her.
"Kenshin!"
He seemed to have heard her, and stopped with a jolt to turn back. He bore a startled expression on face as he saw her running to him, soaking wet from the rain. He hardly recognized how equally drenched he was, with his shirt sagging at the shoulders from the weight of the water. Finally catching up, she bent over, leaning on her knees to catch her breath. Finally, she looked up at him with a sweet smile, panting, and handed him her umbrella.
"You'll get wet, you should take this."
He didn't know what to say as she opened the umbrella for him, and covered both of them from the rain.
"I should walk you back to the shop..."
She placed a hand on his as she handed him the handle.
"No, I don't want to make you late for your appointment."
For as second, both of them seemed to freeze as they nearly drowned themselves into the deep shades of each others' eyes, beneath the little umbrella that they shared. Slowly and reluctantly, she removed her hand from his that held the umbrella, and she took a step back. Building up the courage, he placed a hand on her shoulder, nearly half embracing her, and whispered in her ear, his breath releasing a waft of mist from the cold.
"...thanks..."
With that, he turned on his heel and dashed off into the streets, his red hair fading in with the background with his bunch of tulips as he ran further and further. She sighed, content that her running had been worth it, and slowly began to head back to the shop, thinking of the person she'd newly met that day...
* * *
"Himura, where've you been?!"
Kenshin came stumbling into the lobby through the front entrance, with Misao and Aoshi patiently waiting by the stairs with concerned looks. Misao ran up to him with sympathetic eyes as she saw his drenched form. Looking down, she saw the bouquet of tulips hanging slightly withered from his hand. He smiled down at her casually.
"Himura, what have you got there?"
He handed her the bouquet, and walked towards Aoshi's outstretched arms containing the suit meant for him. He examined it thoughtfully, and gave Misao a grin.
"Thanks for the suit. Those are for you."
She couldn't help grinning and playfully punching his shoulder.
"You sly dog! You didn't have to do this!"
Aoshi grunted, motioning Kenshin impatiently to hurry up and get ready. He obliged immediately and ran up the stairs. Sano came walking into their hotel room moments later, and the two of them went through a chaotic 15 minutes to make themselves presentable...
* * *
Kenshin leaned against the wall outside the balcony as he sipped a glass of wine. The noble guests were all inside, chattering on about recent news and kendo techniques. Aoshi and Misao were with them, with Misao smiling and nodding while Aoshi stood motionless like an icicle. He'd never change, even after seven years...
"Oi Kenshin, how's the wine?"
He gave his friend a grin as Sano leaned against the wall beside him. Kenshin sipped again.
"It's quite rich."
"Aye, that's French wine for ya."
The two remained like this for a few minutes, gazing up at the crescent moon adorned with stars. Kenshin continued to relate back to his meeting with Kaoru, and he'd gotten closer to this woman he...he...
"Dude, what's on your mind?"
"Oro?"
Sano punched him lightly in the ear, giving his friend a smirk.
"I can tell something's goin' on in that innocent brain of yours. Spit it."
He lowered his violet eyes to see his reflection in his wine. Sighing, he spoke.
"I met her in the plane."
"Why, did she sit next to ya? Got close?"
Kenshin glared at the maniac grinning perhaps half-drunk Sano, then continued.
"She was a stewardess with ivory black hair and blue eyes. I can't get her out of my head."
For once, Sano felt silent, visualizing the picture Kenshin was describing.
"There's something about her that just confuses me. Her face won't get out of my head, and I'm starting to think I'm hallucinating."
Sano sighed.
"Kenshin, there's nothing wrong with love, you know that right?"
"Of course I do. Despite my looks, I AM twenty-six..."
His friend laughed and allowed him to continue.
"I saw her again today."
"Was sheer luck for you, eh? Where'd you find her?"
"At a flower shop along la rue. It was pretty small, and was illuminated with candle light."
Sano suddenly stopped chuckling, and he replaced his facial expression with a smirk.
"Jou-chan, looks like you found your man..."
"Jou-chan?"
Sano closed his eyes and shook his head, still smirking.
"Nothing."
With that, they heard Misao's voice calling them to come down. It was time to leave, and they left the mansion without further more a word.
* * *
Kaoru laid in her bed, looking out the window down at the sparkling city of Paris beneath. The thought of flaming red hair continued to flash in her mind. A large mark of an 'X' etched on the side of a tender cheek, and an innocent grin turned to her over and over in her thoughts. It was strange, how one stranger could suddenly become a person who you can't quite stop thinking about...for nearly no purpose. She was wrapped in confusion, not knowing how to describe her emotions in any way, shape, or form. Her thinking was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in."
The door creaked open, and the tall figure of a lovely woman stood in her doorway. Long black hair danced around her as the wind coming from the window blew in greeting. She wore a simple dress with a wool coat, her scarf covering her entire, slim neck.
"Kaoru-chan, long time no see."
"Megumi-san? Is that you?"
Megumi stalked over to her bed and seated herself by Kaoru. Smiling, she brushed away a strand of hair that fell across Kaoru's face.
"You don't look to well, hon. What's wrong?"
Kaoru shook her head and smiled. Megumi was like her friend. Almost. There were always some dislikes about each other that never made them get close enough to be 'good' friends. On the other hand, that just seemed to make them even closer. Like sisters, in a sense.
"Just some things on my mind tonight. What's been goin' on with you?"
Megumi began rolling up her scarf and removed her coat. She stood up to hang it on a coat hanger.
"Well, just here for another business trip. The hospital's been quite strict with research lately."
"Lucky you got yourself in Paris."
She nodded, seating herself back down on the bed across from Kaoru. Her dark brown eyes turned towards the window.
"It's been a while..."
The slightly older woman, 28 to be exact, rolled over and closed her eyes.
"What were you thinking of, Kaoru?"
Kaoru herself began drowsing into sleep.
"Just...thinking of people..."
"What kind?"
She sighed as she covered herself with the blankets, closing her eyes to rest.
"..People with flaming red hair...and eyes of amethyst..."
Megumi opened her eyes again to see whether or not Kaoru had gone nuts. She hadn't, and her sister-like friend lay sound asleep in a waft of blankets. Her long lashes twitched as the lights dimmed and finally went out, leaving the room dark for the women to sleep.
* * *
Kenshin, at the same time, was awake in his bed with his glasses on, reading a philosophical book based on complicated subjects. Sano sat on the bed across from him, rubbing his washed hair with a dry towel. Kenshin paused from reading to look out the window, being reminded about another meeting coming up tomorrow.
"Sano, what do you plan to do tomorrow?"
"I've got work over at the airport. The usual clean-up."
"Do you ever get tired of it?"
Sano paused from his drying and looked up at Kenshin with a 'you-think?' look. Kenshin sighed as he proceeded to rub his head. Looking to his right, he saw Kaoru's umbrella neatly closed up on the bed stand beside his glasses case. He picked it up, playing with it from hand to hand and his eyes reverted back to the window.
"I should give this back to her...soon..."
It was then that he decided that he'd go to her after the meeting. With that, he took off his glasses and went to sleep.
* * *
Kenshin stood before the flower shop at 3:00pm the next day, staring through the showcase. There was nobody behind the counter, and the place looked a lot duller then the previous night, now that it was bright and sunny outside. The sign 'closed' hung loosely from the window, and he checked his watched to make sure that the store was to be opened again in thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes later...
An old woman opened the door of the flower shop as the little bell tinkled above her. Seeing Kenshin, she gave him a quick grin and led him inside. Knowing that he wasn't good with French, he handed him a turquoise colored note, with elegant handwriting scribbled with blue ink. He walked back out onto the streets, squinting his eyes from the sunshine. Seating himself on a bench, he read his note.
Kenshin~
I was somehow convinced that you would come see me again today, obviously because my umbrella is in your possession. My work doesn't end until 4:00pm, so if you just happen to have a bit of free time, I wish to see you over at the café on la rue called 'La Petit Cuillere". If you haven't known, this place is known for its soup. I hope I get a chance to talk to you again-
~Kaoru
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Love it or hate it? I appreciate all opinions!! Thank you!! ^___^
~Momori