Sana Kurata nodded her head excitedly. "Sounds perfect Nao!" she exclaimed into the receiver.
"Great!" came the muffled reply from the other end. "I'll pick you up at 3:00 in front of…..where are you?"
"Fuuka's house. You know where THAT is right?" she said teasingly.
"Yes….." Naozumi said quietly. Sana couldn't see, but it sounded like he was blushing. Ever since the guy that Fuuka had liked, Sana couldn't remember his name, moved to Italy, Naozumi and Fuuka had been something of a twosome.
"Sounds great." She laughed and hung up the phone.
Akito Hayama flipped T.V channels and sank back into the couch, his mind not really on the T.V. All he could think about was Sana...Sana...SANA! He shook his head, something in the window catching his eye. "Is that...Naozumi's car?" He was used to seeing it drive up to take Fuuka somewhere, he and Fuuka live across the street from each other, but this was strange, because Fuuka was sick, and she was not allowed to have anyone but Sana over when she was sick. He walked up to the window to get a better look, and SANA CLIMBED IN!
"WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING? WHAT THE HELL, WHAT THE HELL, WHAT...THE...hell." he screamed, quieting on the last word because of an evil, you-know-that-I'm-trying-to-sleep glare from both Natsumi and his Father.
"What?" he smirked, and went to call a taxi.
Naozumi smiled at Sana in his car. "Hey." He handed her a script that had numerous coffee and drool stains all over it. Sana smirked. "Uh, Nao, I know that the brown stains are coffee, but please tell me the ones that just wrinkled the paper, are…water." He blushed and she burst out laughing. "You fell asleep on your script! How lama Naozumi!" Naozumi looked at her questioningly. "Uh……..don't you mean….lame?"
Sana stopped laughing.
Akito crossed his arms and stared at Sana and Naozumi sitting at thier super red and pink booth at the romantic cafe, Lalala Lover. "Idiots." he growled. Sana must have heard him for she turned around in alarm. He quickly whipped a newspaper infront of his face and pulled on the bowler hat and fake mustashe he had brought in case this sort of thing happpened. "Stooopid gurl." he muttered with a heavy impersonation of Inspector Cleaseau. "May i help you?" came a voice from behind him. He jumped. A young, pretty waiter stood behind him. "Uuh, nu. No fank yu. Juust a damnburger." The waitress gave him a, dude,- whats-wrong-with-you look. She nodded, and leaned up close to his ear. "Your mustache is slipping." She walked away. Akito blushed. "Damn." he muttered.
Sana put her hands up to her face. "Do you think that was Akito do you thik he's here what if he saw us here and he know that would be bad for you and fuka as well as me and akito oh no i totally forgot about fuufka do you think she's all right...ahhhhhh..." she nearly collasped, leaving Naozumi bewildered.