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Ryou's POV: Musings

She averted her eyes, almost embarrassedly as she chewed on the pretzel that her blonde friend had brought her. Why, I wonder. If I didn't know better, I would say that these chance encounters were being planned by some higher being.

I slipped the wooden chopsticks from the paper sheath and broke them apart with a satisfying SNAP! Without paying attention to my food, I began eating.

My full attention was covertly focused on Tea. I examined every highlight of her hair, the sparkle in her eyes, the one she tried to hide, the delicate curves of her face, currently molded into an empty expression as she ate her food.

I attempted to convince myself that it was the artist in me, a purely scientific interest. But even to me it didn't seem genuine. I gave a start when I realized that my gaze was returned. My steady, casual eating pace faltered.

Hesitating, I gave a nod of acknowledgement as Tea nodded a goodbye.

The brief exchange apparently did not go unnoticed by Tea's friend, who giggled and put a hand on Tea's shoulder.

They left and I went to resume eating, but as I looked down my chopsticks met an empty plate.

Empty...