You Can't Change Fate
Chapter - Chamomile
Rated - R (sexual content)
Disclaimer - I do not own Witch Hunter Robin
Summary -
************************************************************************
Robin's eyes widened but she couldn't look away from Amon's incredibly beautiful ones. "What? What did you just say?" Her entire body was frozen next to his but her heart kept pumping the boiling blood and adrenaline throughout her.
"You heard me," Amon whispered to her, his deep voice never swaying. He wasn't smiling but he couldn't feel happier inside. He had Robin in his arms and her face pleading with his. "Get in the car." He walked off, hearing Robin's footsteps curiously follow him. He came out of the alleyway and sat in the driver's seat of his car, waiting for her to sit in before shutting his door. Neither of them spoke as he drove. When they finally came to a holt, Amon got out of the car. "Come on," he told her and led her into a rather nice building. It was his apartment. He lived near the top and opened the door to his room.
Robin looked around confused. "This is not my apartment," she said puzzled. "Why -." Amon didn't give her a chance to speak. He placed his index finger on her lips and drew their bodies closer again. He wrapped his muscular hands around her arms and hung his head above her like he had before. Their lips meant one another, each of them now pressing into it. Robin didn't object to his touch. Her hands instantly clasped together over his neck and drew deeper into his mouth. The lack of air separated their lips but Amon took his chance and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He could taste sweet sugar, probably from some tea she from earlier.
Amon lifted her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He pushed the door open and Robin used her left foot to shut it. He laid her gently on the bed and climbed on top of her. She was gorgeous… and all his. "God, you're beautiful," he sighed. His fingers grazed through her bangs. Robin's right knee kicked up a bit, rubbing against his member. He moaned in pleasure and Robin kept up a soft and steady pace of it. She found his coat line and threw it off, following the rest of his clothes as he did the same for her. After pushing her legs apart, Amon cocked his arousal near her entrance. She took him in her mouth again, now connecting with swift and forceful kisses. "Are you ready?" Robin nodded her head and painfully closed her eyes as she and Amon joined in together, his arousal grinding softly yet firmly within her in rhythmical movements. The pain was immense! Robin's eyes swelled with tears from the pain, considering this her first time. Amon, seeing her pain whispered soothingly in her ear, "Relax… if you tighten, it'll be worse." He licked her ear affectionately and then settled on neck.
"Okay," she murmured back and did what she told him. She realized that he was right. After getting through the first bliss of pain, her body kept pleading for more. It wasn't long before she felt an immense pleasure! "Oh, God!" Her arm, draped over Amon's back, dug into his back with her nails while her other hand gripped the edge of the bed. The two began to pant heavily, more or less crying for more. Amon, ignorant of her nails, moaned even louder than her, enjoying their moment. Robin went and dragged her tongue across Amon's nipple, loving the fact it was she who made his erection increase within. It wasn't long before Amon realized his climax was near. He whispered it to Robin but she could only nod. There was too much going on for her to worry about how their bodies were working…just as long as this feeling never ended.
Michael, who hardly ever left his desk, sat outside the STNJ. Karasuma had told him all about Robin leaving with Amon to his apartment. "I was so stupid," he murmured to himself. He knew he couldn't compete with Amon. "Look at him! Tall…dark…handsome. It's not fair!" He beat his hand against the pavement but began rubbing it in pain. "Damn." He rested his head against the cement wall and closed his eyes. He was so in love with Robin. She was his entire world, well, that and hacking into high tech computer programs but it's not like he could go fuck his computer…nor would he want to.
"Poor boy," someone cooed from near him. Michael quickly stood up and looked to his right. There, out of the shadows, stood Rei. He couldn't see her except for the quick flint of light and some smoke leading up to it. She came into the moonlight, a cigarette between her two fingers. "Pondering over lost love, eh?"
"Who the hell are you?" Michael backed away a little, his hands now in fist. "What do you want?" He could see Rei laugh and saw her throw her cigarette somewhere out into the street. He hadn't any idea who this woman was…but who ever she was, she knew more about his love life than he could call for comfort.
Rei walked closer and folded her arm, leaning on one leg while the other propped up a bit. "So defensive. It's okay. I won't tell about your obsession for Robin Sena." She smirked and sat down. "Have a seat." Michael felt, somewhat, comforted with her and slowly sat on the steps. "I know all about this little love triangle. I watch it spring into life and I shall watch it end. Are you familiar with the deadly sins?" Michael nodded his head, too intimidated to talk. "Robin was meant to be a woman of God, yet she allows herself lust. Tsk tsk tsk. Devil upon her soul."
"Don't you talk about her that way," Michael growled! He stood up and clenched his teeth. "I don't know who the hell you are but I won't listen to you smart talk about her like that!" Rei rolled her eyes and stood up too. "Who the hell are you? Answer me!"
Rei's eyes narrowed. "You really want to know?" Michael had then lost track of her. It was like she disappeared! He straightened up when he heard a tender voice in his ear. "My name's Rei." How did she get behind him? He was too afraid to move, a cold sweat forming on his forehead. "I am one of God's judgment angels here to convict the world of sinners. Lust is a sin… one of the seven deadly sins. And now I am sent to judge someone." She smirked and the kissed his ear. "I'm after Robin."
Michael turned around quickly but Rei was gone. His entire body was shaking with fear. "No…Robin," he whispered. "ROBIN!" He burst into a run, trying to warn her. That had been the witch they were after! How could he have been so blind? He hadn't any clue to where he was going. "Amon's place…she might still be there." Though he hated the thought of her being there, he couldn't help but hope with all his heart that she was.
Robin rested her head on Amon's bare chest, a thin silk blanket covering their bodies along with her hair, long ago taken down. Both of them were heaving heavily with pleasure. Robin smiled and automatically curled in closer. Amon smirked and rubbed his hand across her arm lovingly. Both of them fell into the deep cloak of silence. Neither of them wanted to break the charming spell but couldn't hold in the random sighs of contentment. Robin, having this feeling in the back of her head, tried to erase it as she lightly stroked his erection using the very tips of her nails so that it would tickle. Amon could only smirk at her desires. For someone who had just been released of innocence and virginity, she definitely knew what she was doing.
It was then there was a loud thud upon Amon's front door. "Who the hell?" Amon sat up, Robin still in his arms. He looked at her and smiled. "Stay here," he whispered to her and grabbed his robe lying on a random chair. He quickly tied it around him and answered the door. "Yes?"
Michael stumbled in, panting heavily with his hands resting on his knees and his back arched. "Where…is…Robin?" His words were disconnected but it was the best sentence he could make out. Eating donuts and sitting behind a computer doesn't leave you with much exercising routines. "Robin, where is she?!"
Robin, who had slipped her under skirt and a black t-shirt of Amon's came out. "Michael, what is it?" She walked up to him and Amon, standing a fair distance from him so that Michael couldn't draw some conclusion of what she was doing there. "Is something wrong? Let me get you a drink."
"No! Don't bother. Listen, some witch is after you, Robin! She's some psychopath claiming to be judgment angel of God and she's after you," Michael blurted out. His breath regained, he stood straight up. "Her name is… damn, what was it? Rai? Roe?
Amon's eyes widened. "Rei," he growled. Michael looked at him and nodded. The three sat down on his couch, Robin deciding to sit in a single chair so that there wouldn't be any conflict between the three. "Her name is Rei. She's the witch we've been hunting. She told," He hesitated, "I found out about her ludicrous ideas of sinners." He stood up and walked to the window. "Prepare the others. We're going hunting."
Robin, now fully dressed in her original clothes, sat at the STNJ, trying to gather her stuff for the hunt. Michael was sitting at his desk trying to find more information on Rei. His eyes kept darting towards Robin with curiosity. "Um…Robin?" He wheeled around to look at her. Her face was still beautiful and those damn eyes kept making him nervous. "What were you doing at Amon's?"
Amon, behind a wall, felt a sudden feeling or repetition. He leaned against it quietly and listened. Robin was kneeling at this point, and kept her focus on the ground. "Michael…" She stood up and walked to him. Amon leaned in to see what she was doing. "I was at Amon's place because…" She sighed and bent down, kissing Michael softly on the lips. Her hand grazed his face and she kept it there, looking at him straight in the eye. "Michael, whatever happened between us was just…one of those in the moment thing. I love Amon, and I always have."
Michael's eyes dodged hers, hurt with rejection. Why couldn't she have screamed at him? Hit him, push him, scratch him to bits? Burn him? Why did she have to be so damn gentle and tender in her explanation. "It's like…hugging the man you just stabbed," he whispered. Robin, clueless to what he had just said turned away with shame. "So, what we had…was nothing?"
"No, Michael," Robin whispered. She bit onto her finger to keep from crying. "What happened at the well…was meant to happen. It's stated in the book that everything happens for a reason." She turned away and looked out the window. "It may not be clear now…but we'll know why it happened one day."
Amon, amazed at her speech, leaned his weight against the wall. Robin had really grown up. She wasn't that shy 15 year old he had known and had always seen her as. Even when they were making love, he still knew her as their first year together. It made him feel quite foolish. Years had passed and he had neglected to notice that she was a woman, not only physically but also mentally.
Dojima came running in, seeing Amon and sighed. "I'm here for once," she smiled. "I heard it was urgent. I better be getting a bonus for showing up," she complained but Amon just shrugged her off. He entered the room, his eyes cold and distant.
"Let's go," he commanded. "Sakaki and Karasuma have already left to look. Michael, keep a constant look out for any trace of the witch." He turned and walked out, not waiting for anyone to follow. Robin and Dojima paired up and left together. Michael's database told them that Rei was in the area near a church that had just been established. "Copy to Robin. Are you there?"
Robin nodded at Dojima and responded. "Yes, Dojima and I copy. Where are you?" Amon stated he was in the front of the church and they were to walk around the back for any trace of movement. "Dojima and I are headed to point 4 section D." She nodded again to Dojima and the two quietly walked to the back. The moon was high that night and the night fog dared not to hide its luminous splendor. Though try as they might, they could not muffle their steps for it seemed nature was working against them. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Dojima focused her ears on her surrounding but could only hear the wind blow gently about. "I don't hear anything." The members of the STNJ searched for hours, not finding a single clue. "Damn, so I came all this way for nothing. Oh well," She stretched out. "Michael? Do you copy? Listen, I'm heading out for the night. I'll report back in the morning." She yawned and winked at Robin. "See you later this afternoon," she giggled and headed off.
There wasn't any point in going to bed so Robin went over to Harry's. He was always open. Amon had decided to head to headquarters and would see her in the morning. Opening Harry's door, she found she was not the only one up at this hour. There were a couple in the corner, an old man drinking, two ladies at another corner, and then a lady at the counter. Each of them seemed preoccupied to really have anything going for them. "Hello, Miss Sena," Harry greeted. He smiled and gave her a hot cup of green tea. "I'd like you to try this. It's a new brand of green tea. On the house." He smiled and went to attend his other guest.
Robin looked to the sides of her, seeing the old man on one side then a lady at her other. No one to talk to till Harry came about. One by one, each of them left, the couple, the pair of ladies, and finally the old man. Harry, finishing up the last costumer's needs went up to Robin. "Anything unusual lately? I just got off another case. Dead end." She smiled and kept on telling of her day. Harry quietly listened, intrigued by her day. "That's when I came here," she finished, taking another sip of her tea. "I must say, this is really good. Though, I still don't know what my favorite tea would be. The Westerner's sweet tea is really good too."
Harry, taking a phone call, left Robin again. It was then the lady next to her spoke. She had a long hood over her head so Robin couldn't see her. "Chamomile," she whispered, taking another sip of her tea.
"Excuse me?" Robin looked at her. "Was that addressed to me?" The lady in the hood smirked and nodded. She had a soothing tone of voice and a calming spirit about her. Robin shifted her body to face the woman before she spoke again.
"Chamomile tea. It's the best kind," the woman repeated to her. She looked up and removed her hood to reveal a pair of ocean blue eyes and long brunette hair was down and wavy, mostly hidden in her cloak. "You were asking that kind man about tea. You should try it." The lady stood up and walked to the door. "Nice talking to you, Robin." With that, she walked out of the door."
"Do you know who that is?" Robin turned to Harry, who had just finished his conversation on the phone. "That woman… I've never seen her before. Tell me, do you know anything about her?"
Harry smiled at Robin. "I know very little about that beautiful young lady." He walked towards her and began washing the counter. "I believe it was a day or so ago that she first came in. A very flirty gal, but extremely religious. She said her name was…Reikina I believe."
Robin smiled and was about to leave. "Oh, Harry?" Harry turned to look at her. Robin pondered a minute before continuing. "About my favorite type of tea, you know, what we were talking about earlier?" Harry only nodded. There was about a minute's silence. "…I'll think I'll take a chamomile tea…to go, please."
Chapter - Chamomile
Rated - R (sexual content)
Disclaimer - I do not own Witch Hunter Robin
Summary -
************************************************************************
Robin's eyes widened but she couldn't look away from Amon's incredibly beautiful ones. "What? What did you just say?" Her entire body was frozen next to his but her heart kept pumping the boiling blood and adrenaline throughout her.
"You heard me," Amon whispered to her, his deep voice never swaying. He wasn't smiling but he couldn't feel happier inside. He had Robin in his arms and her face pleading with his. "Get in the car." He walked off, hearing Robin's footsteps curiously follow him. He came out of the alleyway and sat in the driver's seat of his car, waiting for her to sit in before shutting his door. Neither of them spoke as he drove. When they finally came to a holt, Amon got out of the car. "Come on," he told her and led her into a rather nice building. It was his apartment. He lived near the top and opened the door to his room.
Robin looked around confused. "This is not my apartment," she said puzzled. "Why -." Amon didn't give her a chance to speak. He placed his index finger on her lips and drew their bodies closer again. He wrapped his muscular hands around her arms and hung his head above her like he had before. Their lips meant one another, each of them now pressing into it. Robin didn't object to his touch. Her hands instantly clasped together over his neck and drew deeper into his mouth. The lack of air separated their lips but Amon took his chance and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He could taste sweet sugar, probably from some tea she from earlier.
Amon lifted her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He pushed the door open and Robin used her left foot to shut it. He laid her gently on the bed and climbed on top of her. She was gorgeous… and all his. "God, you're beautiful," he sighed. His fingers grazed through her bangs. Robin's right knee kicked up a bit, rubbing against his member. He moaned in pleasure and Robin kept up a soft and steady pace of it. She found his coat line and threw it off, following the rest of his clothes as he did the same for her. After pushing her legs apart, Amon cocked his arousal near her entrance. She took him in her mouth again, now connecting with swift and forceful kisses. "Are you ready?" Robin nodded her head and painfully closed her eyes as she and Amon joined in together, his arousal grinding softly yet firmly within her in rhythmical movements. The pain was immense! Robin's eyes swelled with tears from the pain, considering this her first time. Amon, seeing her pain whispered soothingly in her ear, "Relax… if you tighten, it'll be worse." He licked her ear affectionately and then settled on neck.
"Okay," she murmured back and did what she told him. She realized that he was right. After getting through the first bliss of pain, her body kept pleading for more. It wasn't long before she felt an immense pleasure! "Oh, God!" Her arm, draped over Amon's back, dug into his back with her nails while her other hand gripped the edge of the bed. The two began to pant heavily, more or less crying for more. Amon, ignorant of her nails, moaned even louder than her, enjoying their moment. Robin went and dragged her tongue across Amon's nipple, loving the fact it was she who made his erection increase within. It wasn't long before Amon realized his climax was near. He whispered it to Robin but she could only nod. There was too much going on for her to worry about how their bodies were working…just as long as this feeling never ended.
Michael, who hardly ever left his desk, sat outside the STNJ. Karasuma had told him all about Robin leaving with Amon to his apartment. "I was so stupid," he murmured to himself. He knew he couldn't compete with Amon. "Look at him! Tall…dark…handsome. It's not fair!" He beat his hand against the pavement but began rubbing it in pain. "Damn." He rested his head against the cement wall and closed his eyes. He was so in love with Robin. She was his entire world, well, that and hacking into high tech computer programs but it's not like he could go fuck his computer…nor would he want to.
"Poor boy," someone cooed from near him. Michael quickly stood up and looked to his right. There, out of the shadows, stood Rei. He couldn't see her except for the quick flint of light and some smoke leading up to it. She came into the moonlight, a cigarette between her two fingers. "Pondering over lost love, eh?"
"Who the hell are you?" Michael backed away a little, his hands now in fist. "What do you want?" He could see Rei laugh and saw her throw her cigarette somewhere out into the street. He hadn't any idea who this woman was…but who ever she was, she knew more about his love life than he could call for comfort.
Rei walked closer and folded her arm, leaning on one leg while the other propped up a bit. "So defensive. It's okay. I won't tell about your obsession for Robin Sena." She smirked and sat down. "Have a seat." Michael felt, somewhat, comforted with her and slowly sat on the steps. "I know all about this little love triangle. I watch it spring into life and I shall watch it end. Are you familiar with the deadly sins?" Michael nodded his head, too intimidated to talk. "Robin was meant to be a woman of God, yet she allows herself lust. Tsk tsk tsk. Devil upon her soul."
"Don't you talk about her that way," Michael growled! He stood up and clenched his teeth. "I don't know who the hell you are but I won't listen to you smart talk about her like that!" Rei rolled her eyes and stood up too. "Who the hell are you? Answer me!"
Rei's eyes narrowed. "You really want to know?" Michael had then lost track of her. It was like she disappeared! He straightened up when he heard a tender voice in his ear. "My name's Rei." How did she get behind him? He was too afraid to move, a cold sweat forming on his forehead. "I am one of God's judgment angels here to convict the world of sinners. Lust is a sin… one of the seven deadly sins. And now I am sent to judge someone." She smirked and the kissed his ear. "I'm after Robin."
Michael turned around quickly but Rei was gone. His entire body was shaking with fear. "No…Robin," he whispered. "ROBIN!" He burst into a run, trying to warn her. That had been the witch they were after! How could he have been so blind? He hadn't any clue to where he was going. "Amon's place…she might still be there." Though he hated the thought of her being there, he couldn't help but hope with all his heart that she was.
Robin rested her head on Amon's bare chest, a thin silk blanket covering their bodies along with her hair, long ago taken down. Both of them were heaving heavily with pleasure. Robin smiled and automatically curled in closer. Amon smirked and rubbed his hand across her arm lovingly. Both of them fell into the deep cloak of silence. Neither of them wanted to break the charming spell but couldn't hold in the random sighs of contentment. Robin, having this feeling in the back of her head, tried to erase it as she lightly stroked his erection using the very tips of her nails so that it would tickle. Amon could only smirk at her desires. For someone who had just been released of innocence and virginity, she definitely knew what she was doing.
It was then there was a loud thud upon Amon's front door. "Who the hell?" Amon sat up, Robin still in his arms. He looked at her and smiled. "Stay here," he whispered to her and grabbed his robe lying on a random chair. He quickly tied it around him and answered the door. "Yes?"
Michael stumbled in, panting heavily with his hands resting on his knees and his back arched. "Where…is…Robin?" His words were disconnected but it was the best sentence he could make out. Eating donuts and sitting behind a computer doesn't leave you with much exercising routines. "Robin, where is she?!"
Robin, who had slipped her under skirt and a black t-shirt of Amon's came out. "Michael, what is it?" She walked up to him and Amon, standing a fair distance from him so that Michael couldn't draw some conclusion of what she was doing there. "Is something wrong? Let me get you a drink."
"No! Don't bother. Listen, some witch is after you, Robin! She's some psychopath claiming to be judgment angel of God and she's after you," Michael blurted out. His breath regained, he stood straight up. "Her name is… damn, what was it? Rai? Roe?
Amon's eyes widened. "Rei," he growled. Michael looked at him and nodded. The three sat down on his couch, Robin deciding to sit in a single chair so that there wouldn't be any conflict between the three. "Her name is Rei. She's the witch we've been hunting. She told," He hesitated, "I found out about her ludicrous ideas of sinners." He stood up and walked to the window. "Prepare the others. We're going hunting."
Robin, now fully dressed in her original clothes, sat at the STNJ, trying to gather her stuff for the hunt. Michael was sitting at his desk trying to find more information on Rei. His eyes kept darting towards Robin with curiosity. "Um…Robin?" He wheeled around to look at her. Her face was still beautiful and those damn eyes kept making him nervous. "What were you doing at Amon's?"
Amon, behind a wall, felt a sudden feeling or repetition. He leaned against it quietly and listened. Robin was kneeling at this point, and kept her focus on the ground. "Michael…" She stood up and walked to him. Amon leaned in to see what she was doing. "I was at Amon's place because…" She sighed and bent down, kissing Michael softly on the lips. Her hand grazed his face and she kept it there, looking at him straight in the eye. "Michael, whatever happened between us was just…one of those in the moment thing. I love Amon, and I always have."
Michael's eyes dodged hers, hurt with rejection. Why couldn't she have screamed at him? Hit him, push him, scratch him to bits? Burn him? Why did she have to be so damn gentle and tender in her explanation. "It's like…hugging the man you just stabbed," he whispered. Robin, clueless to what he had just said turned away with shame. "So, what we had…was nothing?"
"No, Michael," Robin whispered. She bit onto her finger to keep from crying. "What happened at the well…was meant to happen. It's stated in the book that everything happens for a reason." She turned away and looked out the window. "It may not be clear now…but we'll know why it happened one day."
Amon, amazed at her speech, leaned his weight against the wall. Robin had really grown up. She wasn't that shy 15 year old he had known and had always seen her as. Even when they were making love, he still knew her as their first year together. It made him feel quite foolish. Years had passed and he had neglected to notice that she was a woman, not only physically but also mentally.
Dojima came running in, seeing Amon and sighed. "I'm here for once," she smiled. "I heard it was urgent. I better be getting a bonus for showing up," she complained but Amon just shrugged her off. He entered the room, his eyes cold and distant.
"Let's go," he commanded. "Sakaki and Karasuma have already left to look. Michael, keep a constant look out for any trace of the witch." He turned and walked out, not waiting for anyone to follow. Robin and Dojima paired up and left together. Michael's database told them that Rei was in the area near a church that had just been established. "Copy to Robin. Are you there?"
Robin nodded at Dojima and responded. "Yes, Dojima and I copy. Where are you?" Amon stated he was in the front of the church and they were to walk around the back for any trace of movement. "Dojima and I are headed to point 4 section D." She nodded again to Dojima and the two quietly walked to the back. The moon was high that night and the night fog dared not to hide its luminous splendor. Though try as they might, they could not muffle their steps for it seemed nature was working against them. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Dojima focused her ears on her surrounding but could only hear the wind blow gently about. "I don't hear anything." The members of the STNJ searched for hours, not finding a single clue. "Damn, so I came all this way for nothing. Oh well," She stretched out. "Michael? Do you copy? Listen, I'm heading out for the night. I'll report back in the morning." She yawned and winked at Robin. "See you later this afternoon," she giggled and headed off.
There wasn't any point in going to bed so Robin went over to Harry's. He was always open. Amon had decided to head to headquarters and would see her in the morning. Opening Harry's door, she found she was not the only one up at this hour. There were a couple in the corner, an old man drinking, two ladies at another corner, and then a lady at the counter. Each of them seemed preoccupied to really have anything going for them. "Hello, Miss Sena," Harry greeted. He smiled and gave her a hot cup of green tea. "I'd like you to try this. It's a new brand of green tea. On the house." He smiled and went to attend his other guest.
Robin looked to the sides of her, seeing the old man on one side then a lady at her other. No one to talk to till Harry came about. One by one, each of them left, the couple, the pair of ladies, and finally the old man. Harry, finishing up the last costumer's needs went up to Robin. "Anything unusual lately? I just got off another case. Dead end." She smiled and kept on telling of her day. Harry quietly listened, intrigued by her day. "That's when I came here," she finished, taking another sip of her tea. "I must say, this is really good. Though, I still don't know what my favorite tea would be. The Westerner's sweet tea is really good too."
Harry, taking a phone call, left Robin again. It was then the lady next to her spoke. She had a long hood over her head so Robin couldn't see her. "Chamomile," she whispered, taking another sip of her tea.
"Excuse me?" Robin looked at her. "Was that addressed to me?" The lady in the hood smirked and nodded. She had a soothing tone of voice and a calming spirit about her. Robin shifted her body to face the woman before she spoke again.
"Chamomile tea. It's the best kind," the woman repeated to her. She looked up and removed her hood to reveal a pair of ocean blue eyes and long brunette hair was down and wavy, mostly hidden in her cloak. "You were asking that kind man about tea. You should try it." The lady stood up and walked to the door. "Nice talking to you, Robin." With that, she walked out of the door."
"Do you know who that is?" Robin turned to Harry, who had just finished his conversation on the phone. "That woman… I've never seen her before. Tell me, do you know anything about her?"
Harry smiled at Robin. "I know very little about that beautiful young lady." He walked towards her and began washing the counter. "I believe it was a day or so ago that she first came in. A very flirty gal, but extremely religious. She said her name was…Reikina I believe."
Robin smiled and was about to leave. "Oh, Harry?" Harry turned to look at her. Robin pondered a minute before continuing. "About my favorite type of tea, you know, what we were talking about earlier?" Harry only nodded. There was about a minute's silence. "…I'll think I'll take a chamomile tea…to go, please."