By: Silent Lullaby

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

****

I truly don't like being sick, let alone having a cold in the middle of summer. I'm feeling better now, but I hope everyone can forgive the delay in updating something out of the ordinary.

As always I hope you review that way I can find out how to improve my styles of writing.

****

I remember how it took me a few minutes to notice when Merian came back with our food. As she turned away I managed a simple thank you and she smiled and curtly nodded before hurrying back to work.

After that I was left to stare at Trowa stirring his coffee idly before taking a sip and returning to consume the rich soup he had ordered.

I couldn't come up with a single thing to say; after all I was never all that good at small talk, let alone careless chat with someone as stunningly handsome as Trowa.

So I just sat there and sipped on my green tea. As strange as it may seem, I would have preferred milk but I had discovered some time ago that milk and sushi don't mix, period. My friends often joked about my preferred beverage, and I could see the humor. After all I'm often perceived as either a depressive suicidal or a stoic solider of sorts. It's sort of like imagining a stereotypical gothic teenager or ex marine sipping chocolate milk through a straw.

Yes I know I'm rambling but I thought it was funny. I guess it just proves I'm more of a lunatic than originally thought.

He finished eating before me and took to watching me over his half empty mug of coffee. I felt like a deer in the headlights. Every movement used for the simple task of eating became a great challenge, and all he could do was stare and have that small endearing smile on his face.

Thankfully I finished my meal without incident and when I pulled out my wallet to pay for myself, he placed his hand over mine and shook his head, causing his mahogany locks to dance, revealing both of his remarkable green eyes.

"I'll pay for it Yuy."

"Heero."

"Alright then, Heero. You have a beautiful name, it suits you."

I can assure you that if I had told any of my friends what he had said they wouldn't have believed. I don't blush; I don't smile at sweet words. Well I do if it's Trowa is saying them. He wasn't trying to play with my emotions when he said things like that. He was speaking from the heart.

"I have to go to work, can I see you again sometime Heero."

I love the way he says my name. He makes it sound like I'm something rare and precious. Something remarkable rather than just another off center college student.

"I'd like that."

He smiled took my hand in his and kissed the knuckle before turning away and walking out of the cafe and down the street.

I stood there and then made my way back to my apartment is a daze. I had just had my second brush with the enigma that is Trowa Barton. He certainly is something out of the ordinary.