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Chapter 3

It was early evening, and I was still at the café. My sketchbook was open, and I was doodling. I was inspired by the charcoal drawings on the back wall. It was amazing how different people can bring the same medium into different styles. There were soft, and intimate portraits, dark foreboding fantasy scenes, abstract representations of who-knows-what, and classic lines of realism that made you think twice whether what you were looking at was really drawn, or whether it was a cleaver PhotoShop imitation generated from a real photograph.

So, now I was doodling my name over and over again, trying to see how many ways it could be done. So far 'Kagome' has made appearances in typewriter print, big bubble letters, dark gothic shiny spiked metal, and climbing ivy. I sighed. Maybe I should try for cubism or Picasso-esque modernism next? Eh, maybe I'll take a brake for the sake of 'inspiration'.

I picked my hot soy chai latte off the coffee table and sipped. Damn, it was good. I'm glad I asked that bus boy what his favorite drink was. It ranked up there with hot chocolate, and was much better than egg nog. After taking a few more sips, I began to people-watch hoping one of the groups in the crowd would be the subject of my English project. No one was particularly interesting. People were quiet and minding their business.

Except for the new guy who just walked in the door. He had long dark hair, two piercings, and that strange t-shirt. This was the same guy who waited on me earlier this afternoon. Walking straight to the counter, he yelled "Hey Sango, Miroku! I've got a few extra tickets to Waterstreet!" He held up the tickets as he reached his coworkers, the girl who gave me my soy chai, and the bus boy who suggested it. I wondered what Waterstreet was. A club? Concert hall? Maybe it was a theatre? Of course, I would never know because his voice dropped to normal levels, and I couldn't hear a damn thing from the other side of the room. All I knew was that who or what ever was there must have been wonderful. Sango's face lit up like Christmas morning, and Miroku's jaw dropped as if his friend just did the impossible.

My mind started flashing odd pictures of the coworkers in this 'Waterstreet' place, and I could not pass up drawing the coffee shop employees in uniform at a posh theatre watching opera. It was too amusing to pass up.

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I finished the shading of the drawing in my sketchbook, and stretched. The sun had set a while ago, and it was pitch dark outside. Crap. I quickly looked at my watch. Double crap. It was 10:34pm. I needed to get back to campus. I also needed food. I quickly gathered up my stuff into my backpack, paid for a sandwich at the counter, and headed out the door. I crossed the street to the bus stop to head home. It was a really fun evening at the Undergrounds. I will have to go there again. If nothing else, I will need to satisfy my cravings for chai lattes.

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A/N: Yeah, there will be a scene change after this so, I thought this would be a good place to cut to the next chapter. I know this chappie wasn't long, and didn't have much action, but wait till the next one. Oh, and just fyi: I'm beginning to have lots of ideas for this story, but not in chronological order, which is a challenge. I need to get over the introductions to get to the stuff jumbled in my head.