"Mmm…" Sango gave a dreamy sort of sigh, leaning back against him. "That was some good ice cream."

"Mmhmm," Miroku agreed, looking dreamy for entirely different reasons.

The two were perched atop the main counter, back-to-back. At first it had just been Miroku up there, content to gaze down upon the girl he loved, who had parked herself on the small folding chair near the door to the employee's room. However, she'd soon decided her seat was a tad uncomfortable, and had innocently gotten up and pulled herself up into the empty space beside Miroku. After a few minutes had passed, Sango decided this was just as uncomfortable. So, in an effort to rectify this, she had taken it upon herself to lean back against him. He'd tensed at first, but had eventually relaxed against her, enjoying the moment for all it was worth.

The raven-haired man reached behind him to set his cup aside, much like Sango had done moments earlier. When he retracted his hand, he realized that he had not properly leaned the spoon against the side, for he heard the clatter it made when it hit the counter, courtesy of the aforementioned cup, which had tipped over due to unequal weight distribution.

Sighing inwardly, he twisted his arm so as to snatch the bowl and spoon back up. When his fingers curled around something warm and very smooth, he saw that Sango had went to pick it up as well. A strange sound came from her direction, as if her very breath had hitched…

He sat there in a stupor for several minutes, Sango's lithe hand encased in his own. Neither of them moved another inch during this exchange, until Miroku finally came to his sense and yanked his hand away. "Sorry," He muttered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. He found, however, that he did not feel very sorry at all.

"It's okay," She flushed as well, though there was no way he could know this, having not been facing her at the time. "You didn't know…"

He began to absently roll his bottom lip back and forth between his teeth. Sheer nervousness prompted this old habit, but he was forced to quit when he felt the delicate skin grow raw from his harsher nips. It briefly struck him as odd that she hadn't pulled away sooner and slipped right off the counter and away from him, but the most negative aspects of his mind pushed this slightly inspiring thought to the backburner in favor of a more depressing one. Such as how anxious she had sounded, a sure indicator that she hated him and thought him the worst kind of scum.

Her sweet, lilting voice startled him from his morbid contemplation. "It's almost time to open up shop, you know."

"Is it now?" His voice was somewhat husky, as his mouth had gone dry on account of their lack of conversation. A glanced at his watch proved her words true. This had only served to further startle him. He had been so absorbed in his self-depreciation that he hadn't even realized how much time had passed. The two of them had been sitting up there for nearly a half-an-hour after they finished eating. This gave his spirit's a tiny lift; she hadn't been so repulsed by him that she'd put miles of distance between them the moment she could get away with it.

She swallowed. Hard. "Yeah…" Had she been forced to say more than that, her voice just might have cracked. While she knew she should be berating herself for letting herself get so worked up over one simple touch and one simple exchange of dialogue, she couldn't help but smile at the flutter in her chest.

Really, now. What am I, one of those giggling school-girls with their first crush? Sango, my girl, you do have a boyfriend…A very hot one, at that. Don't let silly hormones trick you out of something great and wonderful. Miroku is handsome, yes, but just because one good-looking guy expresses interest doesn't mean you leap into his arms. Drop-of-the-hat romance rarely turns out well, you know that. Besides, he's a bit of a charmer. Who knows if he's truly interested or if he's just out for a quick lay. You saw how he acted when you first met him. Sure, he was just trying to get a rise out of you, and sure, you know he's not really like that, but don't kid yourself into thinking you know anything about him.

It was at this point she realized she was rambling. She had to turn around abruptly when she saw the concerned way in which he as looking at her, though. Lest she fall into his trap and do something she would regret. Because if he kept looking so adorably lost and confused like that, she didn't think she would be able to muster up what it would take to keep herself from leaping at him and snogging him senseless.

The jingling of the bell above the door distracted both of them. Luckily, they had no longer been sitting atop the counter when their customer came in. They kicked off what was sure to be a long and trying afternoon with their most patient smiles, cheerfully greeting a young mother and her two small children.

When they left, it was awhile before they had anymore customers, but the two of them got to work on opposite areas of the store. Sango took to mopping the backroom and Miroku made a sweep of the main area, making sure everything was completely spick and span.

When closing time finally came, Sango wasted no time hopping onto her bike and pedaling away. She had called a hasty goodbye as she sped out the door, not catching the hurt expression crossing her companion's face. And here he'd been so sure that things were going alright--if a tad uncomfortable--between them. Goes to show what he knew. He'd been right earlier; she definitely was no longer interested in hanging out with him.

His chest heaved in the makings of a sigh, his generally twinkling azure orbs having lost their loveable luster, now dull like two plain stones. It was all he could do to not stomp over to his car and just race away and never look back. A part of him realized that he was acting childish, though, and he managed to calm down enough to drive home, complete his homework, and fall asleep.

That night, he dreamt of bananas.

A/N: Long time without an update, I know. Odd how I manage to fall behind during the summer but get right back on track when school rolls around. You'd think it was the other way around. I'm not happy with how this ended, but I want to post it now and not wait until I come home for the day. Thank heavens for late-start Wednesdays or you wouldn't have this at all.

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