One Night Stand
The entire restaurant was bustling with activity—Waitresses zipping back and forth, taking orders and cleaning tables.
With a heavy sigh, I combed my fingers through my hair, yanking the ends forward only to realize that I was some dire need for a haircut. But then my thoughts strayed.
Kikyo...She said she'd meet me at 10:00, but it was already bordering on 11:30.
I looked down solemnly at the cell phone sitting on the table in front of my folded arms, and I stiffened. The flap was carelessly thrown back, the small, colored display clearly proclaiming several familiar numbers in valiant bold.
Kagome...