By: Silent Lullaby

Gundam Wing does not belong to me. However the story does.

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I sent off my application today, now all I can do is hope that I get the job. To most people it's not precisely fun, but it seems ideal to me. I can keep it even once school restarts, and I can continue to write frequently. Well enough of my ramblingg, please enjoy the chapter.

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I walked into a pole. Of all the things to do when you want to make a good impression on the first guy you've had interest in since freshmen year in high school, walking straight into a large stationary object is not one for them.

He was nice enough not to laugh outright, though he couldn't help but crack a smile. He helped me to my feet with that small chuckling smile and an amused spark in his visible eye.

After that we continued on our way down the busy downtown streets. He slowed his stride and walked beside me. I think he realized the reason I was so inattentive to where I was walking was due to the fact I was too busy looking at him. I didn't mean to stare, but his every movement screamed for attention.

In other words he was hot, and I didn't have enough will power to keep myself from drooling on the sidewalk.

I watched where I was going, for awhile. Then my attention began to wander back to other occupations. Like pondering what gene pool could have possible released this beauty before me. For a little variety I also worried to no end that someone I knew would see us.

Considering the unusual breed of people I know, their reactions could range from shocked outrage to the equivalent of a bubble head high school matchmaker. No offense to my friends of course, but to be honest that really could have happened, in fact it did, but I'll get to that later.

"Here we are."

I looked up then and inwardly groaned.

It was a coffee shop, but not just any coffee shop from among the many that I knew existed within easy walking distance from campus. No, it was the one that was closest to my apartment.

Perhaps she was sick today, or it wasn't her shift. Perhaps she wouldn't notice me nor would she notice I had company and would decide to leave me be. To bad that wasn't the case that day.

As soon as we settled into a small table in the corner I heard a rather high pitched version of my name cut through the air. I honestly don't hate her, and never have, but right then I felt the need to take a gun to her head.

I tried my best to hide without it being too obvious to the beautiful young man who was sitting opposite me, to no avail. Even the small indoor fountain and Chinese fan palm could protect me from her.

"Hi, Heero! I missed you, were you sick? I haven't seen you around lately."

I couldn't have replied even if I wanted to. Her arms were hugging me around the neck so hard I could barely breathe. I had thought that if I stayed away she would realize I wasn't interested or she would decide to move on to a new crush. I was wrong. With that in mind you still have no idea how thankful I was when another waitress came over and asked her to help with the tables on the other side of the shop.

"I'll come back later so we can talk. Bye Heero."

With that she retreated to the more crowded side of the establishment, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Don't tell anyone this, but it she had held on much longer, I think I would have died due to lack of oxygen.

"You're girlfriend seems nice."