How It Started
She ran through the rain, her hands over her violet eyes so that her make-up wouldn't smear. Ahead she could the diner, so she raced towards it and nearly dived into the restaurant, dripping wet. Nobody looked up at her and she was grateful. Wringing the water out of her long charcoal hair, she went to sit down on a barstool. Might as well get something to eat while she was here.
"Hey." The worker had ocher eyes and long silver hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail. "What can I get for you?"
Grinning at her boldness, Izayoi asked for a phone number.
