HEY! Guess who's writing again! Yeah... sorry about not writing... to be completely honest, I just... wasn't inspired, but now I am! Back and better than ever... I'll try to update often. TRY is the keyword here.
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING... except for Yukio.
Fuuko carried a double esspresso over to the corner table where Tokyia was sitting. He brought his eyes away from the book he was pretending to read in order to watch Fuuko. He slowly removed his reading glasses and set them on the table as Fuuko set down the cup she was carrying next to them. "Here you go..." Fuuko tried, with no avail, to get away before any sort of conversation started up.
"When did you start working here?" Tokyia inquired curiously as Fuuko slowly turned back to him. "I come in here relatively often, but I've never seen you before." He attempted at a friendly smile, but failed miserably.
"Oh... I..." Fuuko stumbled over her words as she looked into his ice blue eyes: ones that she used to gaze unto lovingly, but now she tried with great effort to avoid his gaze. "I just started working here a week ago. I used to work at the one downtown... I transfered."
"Ah, I see. Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other than." Tokyia sighed. "I come in here every morning. It's become a sort of comforting ritual for me." He tried once more at a smile, and again, failed.
"I guess I'll have to memorize your order than... double esspresso. Easy." Fuuko half-smiled and turned to walk away again.
"Fuuko..." Tokyia said as she turned around slowly once more. "You look... good." He stumbled trying to find the words he wanted to say, but didn't. What he really wanted to tell her was that she looked beautiful and that he missed her, but he didn't have the courage. Plus, he was nervous as to what her reaction would be.
"So do you." Fuuko replied curtly as she turned and walked away. 'Finally... that was so awkward.' She thought to herself.
She returned to the counter with a sigh of relief and to Yukio's questioning gaze. "What's up? Was that guy bugging you?" He asked.
Fuuko smiled at her boss. "Not at all. He's just an old... friend of mine." She explained while she grabbed a wet cloth to wipe down the counter.
"Oh... alright," Yukio let the issue slide. "Don't forget to fill the pastry case, Fuuko." He wagged a warning finger at her jokingly.
"I know!" She giggled at his attempt at being an authority figure. "Get back to your office where you belong, boss-man." She swatted at him with the wet cloth as he tried to evade it, failing miserably. He ended up getting hit in the face. Fuuko stifled laughter as he looked at her menacingly.
"You're so going to regret that," Yukio threatened playfully. He chased after her with a dustpan, threatening to spank her if she didn't plant a big one on him as an apology. Giggling, Fuuko ran away from him but, of course, fell on her face ever so gracefully.
Fuuko frowned up at Yukio. "Ow." She said simply trying to regain her composure as she brought herself to her feet. Yukio only laughed. "Don't make me report you to your superiors, Yukio-SAN... I don't think they would like to know that you instigated horse-play in one of their fine coffee houses." Fuuko threatened.
Yukio looked at his feet shamefully. "Yeah, I know... it's difficult when you work with your girlfriend."
Fuuko looked a little surprised. 'Girlfriend?' She thought. "I'm not your girlfriend Yukio... I told you from the start that I'm not looking for a relationship, just casual dating." Yukio again looked down shame-faced.
"I'll be in my office if you need me." He said softly as he sulked away.
Fuuko sighed as she turned away from the disappearing figure of Yukio, toward a pair of beautiful light blue eyes. Catching her breath, she thought to herself, 'Come on Fuuko, just put on your best employee of the month smile and avoid those baby blues.'
Tokyia glanced behind her, "Employee of the month? I thought you only worked here for a week...?" He asked suspiciously.
Fuuko laughed nervously. "Yeah... I'm just that good." She didn't want to tell him that her boss put that up there just to get her to go out with him; or that she accepted as long as she got the parking space as well.
"So, that was... your boyfriend playing around with you back there?" Tokyia asked nonchalantly. 'I hope not... I want you back.' He silently prayed.
"Not really... he's just a... guy I'm... seeing. He's not my boyfriend." Fuuko said trying to sound as cool and collected as he was. "I'm not really looking for a relationship right now."
She looked into his eyes. 'BAKA BAKA!' Fuuko scolded herself as soon as she looked into his icy blue eyes. "Too bad Fuuko... I am."
Fuuko opened her mouth to speak, but shut it. For the first time, in a long time, she was speachless.
Tokyia payed her and turned to walk away. Just before he reached the door, he glanced over his shoulder to see her gawking at the overly generous tip he had left her. He turned around all the way to face her once again.
He smiled at her, a pure and unforced smile. "You really do look good Fuuko."
Short, I know... but I have an early class tomorrow... SORRY!
R&R pls.
Lotsa luuuuuv Matsuri-Chan
