Title: Moment
Author: Nekocin
Type: one part of 2 (3?) parts (?)
Words: 499 (with translation), 482 (without the translation)
Genres: Mild Romance
Pairings: mild Andrew+Aisha
Disclaimer: see previous drabbles.
Author's notes: There's so very few written fics for this pairing. I mean even though Aisha didn't get much spotlight in the series, her relationship with Andrew is very interesting to explore because they don't have a lot of boundaries like the AC or KL or DM pairings have.
Summary: The first time Andrew Waltfeld met Aisha is the first time he loses his sense of reality.

He wasn't someone who cares about trivial things when turning on the radio. Trivial things like listening to music all day to release stress, or wondering which new song has made it to the top 5, or who is the new in the music world and the likes.

He rather listens to the morning news, concerning national politics, the dropping or rising of economic statistics, or the international happenings like Middle East wars, the crowning of a new king, the results of presidential elections in other countries etcetera.

It isn't because he is being picky about which station to listen to (he isn't picky kind of person), and it also isn't because he is acting like a grumpy old man with no entertainment preferences (really, twenty-nine is hardly considered old age).

Hearing the local news and knowing what's going on outside the country is just more interesting than listening to some journalist yapping about the music world! With the information he hears, he feels he will never lose his sense of reality.

He is a Realist after all.

That was until he had met HER at a Spanish-speaking bar called 'Momento', which he usually visits on Saturday nights (the bar wasn't that crowded on these nights).

She had been the replacement tending the bar counter that night and didn't seem to have any problems with the foreign language for her first night, when he himself had to take Spanish classes for three months in order to understand whatever the staff were talking about!

"Buenas noches, señor. ¿Cómo está ústed?" were the first words she had spoken politely to him.

He suddenly felt flattered that it seemed as if a lump had grown within his throat, effectively reducing him into a nervous, lovesick teenager.

He had never heard anyone speak with such a beautiful voice before. It was soft with hidden strength, felt almost sweet but not really that sweet like—mango or something, and somehow reminds him of the feeling when one hugs one's favorite, fluffy pillow...

"¿Señor?" Again that voice.

He had snapped out of his dazed thoughts, blinked and got a good look of the bartender.

There was something very captivating about her dark eyes as the bar's disco rainbow lighting was reflected within those irises. Had they been deep purple? Midnight blue? Black? He couldn't place the color.

A slow and polite smile had tugged his lips, slicing the moment of captivation and sudden tension into pieces.

"Maragarita con limón, por favor,"

She sent him an unsure smile but nodded understandingly, and went to find his drink among the many bottles of liquor on display, behind her.

He later found out not only was she the replacement bartender, but was the rising star of Momento's entertainment shows as well.

That night, he had his first taste of what laid across his sense of reality.
The illusion within his heart.

Tsuzuku ka? (To be continued?)

TheNekoTalks:

My Spanish is a bit rusty. It had been a required subject when I was in Junior High and when I was a junior in Senior High. I hope the required accents and tildes are on their rightful places.

I'm quite proud of this drabble—because it has Andrew and Aisha in it! They need some love too even if for a bit, right? (Next time I'll try Mwu and Murrue)

I'd just noticed I keep writing "HtB" ("Hear the Beating") side-drabbles in a non-chronological order, so please forgive me for the time switches.

Thank you for taking your time reading this!

.:Nekocin:.