#46. Time
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Everyday she came to sit in the park. It had become a ritual. At first she had told herself it was because she really liked the park and it had nothing to do with the fact that a handsome black haired man walked by the park every day at exactly 3:00. However, after being hit in the head by three Frisbees, a football, and having to suffer through 25 degree weather, she had finally brought herself to admit it was because of him. She felt a bit like a stalker to be truthful, but she couldn't bring herself to stop coming here every day. Glancing at her watch she saw that it was 3:10. He was already 10 minutes late today. Maybe he wasn't going to come today?
A small frown formed on her lips. Reaching for her school bag she stood up and made her way toward the arcade. Maybe she would see him there...
Not to far away a black hair man was running full speed toward the park. Glancing at his watch he realized he was much later than he realized and sprinted a bit faster. He felt like a fool. At first he had just shrugged it off as coincidence that he would see her every day as he walked to the Arcade, but then when a new semester had started at college he had been forced to take a 2:00 class. This meant that he didn't get out of class until 2:50, leaving him only a precious ten minutes to get to the park to see her. Once he had actually realized he looked like a mad man flying through town every day to see her, he had to admit to himself that he really was only going that route to the arcade to see her. Not to mention the fact that if he took a different way he could actually get to the arcade about fifteen minutes faster.
As he approached the park, he slowed his pace down to a quick walk. He glanced over in the park to where she should have been and found no sign of her. Craning his neck around he began a furious search for her only to find an empty park bench.
He was so focused on looking toward the park that didn't notice that right in front of him was a certain pigtailed girl, shuffling her feet with her head down. It wasn't long before the inevitable collision occurred.
As they lay on the ground bodies tangled together staring in to each others eyes, both had a similar thought. Maybe Mamoru hadn't been late today but had been right on time.