Waiting Date
Ulrich sat on the lonely bench. One street lamp hung above him, casting shadows around him. He cracked his knuckles nervously.
Glancing about, he saw only darkness past the small light the lamp gave off. Ulrich sighed and stared down at the pavement.
He scratched the back of his head and mumbled to himself, noticing his shoes. He scratched the back of his leg with one foot.
Groaning, Ulrich stretched lazily on the bench. That actually hurt, given that the bench put him at a funny angle anyway. He returned to sitting quietly.
He held his head in his hands. This was a stupid idea. She'll never come, he scorned himself. He even rapped his knuckles against his head for punishment.
Standing up, he punched the bench. I can't believe I was so stupid.
came a voice from behind him. Turning around, Ulrich saw Yumi walk into the light. Sorry I'm late. She flicked a stray hair behind her ear.
God, she is so beautiful, Ulrich thought to himself. He smiled stupidly and blushed, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Hey, no big deal. He noted, with joy, that she was wearing the same outfit she had worn for prom.
Then let's get going, Yumi said, linking her arm with his. He blushed and lead the way.