First Encounter

He was watching her.

She bit into her cheeseburger, letting a bunch of ketchup run down her chin. Maybe that would make him stop. For a moment he looked away and the girl with magenta eyes and dark brown hair nearly sang in relief, but he stood up and walked over to her, snatching a napkin from the dispenser smoothly and then wiping the red stuff off. Dumbfounded, she watched as he waltzed out the door with an innocent grin on his face, hands in his pockets. The sun bounced off the gold hoops in his ears.

He left without a name, without a number, and Sango's heart.