"Reservation for Hiirigiziwa," said Chiharu.

'Hiirigiziwa? It couldn't be…Please…not him…'

But it was too late. Chiharu was already leading her through the tables, stopping in front of one.

And then Tomoyo saw the one person she had wished she could see. And also the one she dreaded on seeing again.

"Eriol, this is Tomoyo Daidouji, the famous designer I've been telling you about. I just met her on the streets, isn't that a coincidence? I hope you don't mind that I brought her," said Chiharu.

She looked curious as Tomoyo and Eriol stared warily. "Do you two already know each other?"

Eriol glanced up. "We've met," he said dismissvely.

Tomoyo felt her heart drop. 'Did I ever even…matter…to him?'

Chiharu punched Eriol's arm lightly. "Why didn't you tell me you knew Tomoyo Daidouji all those times I mentioned her?"

Eriol frowned slightly. "You never mentioned her name. You just kept saying 'that great designer'. How was I supposed to know? Besides, I barely remembered her."

Chiharu grinned. "Sorry." She leaned over and kissed Eriol's cheek.

Tomoyo felt her heart thudding in her chest as she watched Chiharu's lips touch where her lips had been…just months ago. She could feel Eriol's gaze on her but she refused to look in his direction. She felt nauseous.

"You look a little pale. Are you alright?" asked Chiharu, concerned.

Tomoyo forced a smile. "Actually, I feel kind of sick. I think I'll go and lay down for awhile. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, hope you feel better." Chiharu fished around in her bag and took out a card. "Here's my number. Call me when you have a chance. Or I'll call you, now that I finally have a valid number." She paused. "You're not planning to take a taxi, are you?"

"Actually, yes, I was."

Chiharu glanced at her watch. "I would drive you, but I have another meeting soon. Eriol, why don't you give Tomoyo a lift?"

"NO!" Tomoyo blurted out. "I mean, no, I don't want to trouble you. Besides, you haven't even ordered."

"It's okay." As if on cue, a waiter walked by to take their orders. "We'll have the special chicken and spaghetti to go," Chiharu said with perfect French.

In minutes, the food was ready. Tomoyo tried to protest, but Chiharu wouldn't allow her to. "Your hotel is on the way. Eriol will be happy to drive you."

Tomoyo knew Eriol wouldn't be happy to drive her, but he silently led her to his car, a silver Mercedes. He opened the passenger door for her and she didn't know whether to smile or cry. She remembered their dates, when other girls would look at her in envy whenever Eriol held the door open or pulled out her chair for her, always being the gentleman.

Her hotel was a good twenty minutes from the restaurant. She had been dreaming of this day for months. She would be by his side. But in her dreams, they were both smiling and happy. And they weren't both engaged to someone else.

She felt wetness on her cheeks and raised her fingertips to her face. She saw tears on her fingers. She hadn't even been aware that she was crying. She only hoped Eriol hadn't noticed. 'But even if he did, it's not like he would care,' she thought sadly

"Here."

Tomoyo looked up, surprised by the tissue dangling in front of her face. And the person that was offering it to her. She was suddenly aware that Eriol had pulled over.

"Thank you." She wiped her eyes, but she knew it was useless. The tears came faster now, though no sobs came from her mouth. A tissue… Before, he would have offered his shirt and a shoulder to cry on. He would've put his arms around her and held her close until she fell asleep, with his arms still around her when she woke up. But that was when… No use thinking about it. It would never happen again.

Her shoulders were shaking now, with her suppressed sobs.

"Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.

He knew she hated it when he asked her that when she was crying or obviously sad. It was a stupid question. The person asking knew the answer, but it's not like anyone would say, "No, I'm not fine." Instead, they would nod as she just did.

"Sorry, I forgot you hate people asking that."

He had forgotten, just like he forgot her… 'I hate you.' Those were his last words to her.

He started the car again and they reached the hotel silently. She undid her seatbelt and pushed open the door. She was halfway out of the car when she paused. "I never meant to hurt you like that," she said softly, her voice barely audible.

His face hardened. He had tried so hard not to remember that night, or bring it up, but she just had to. 'Maybe you never meant to, but you did it anyways.' "No? I'm glad you were thinking of my feelings when you cheated on me. But your thoughts were wasted. I didn't feel a thing."

She stepped out of the car, tears streaming down as he drove away. It was like that night was happening all over again…

"AHHH!" Sakura screamed.

Syaoran stared at her, amused. "Sakura,that was just a dog's shadow."

Slowly, Sakura took the pillow away from her face as she watched the images on the tv screen again. "Well, it sure looked like a monster to me," she muttered dryly.

"Everything looks like a monster to you. I mean, what do you see in the mirror every morning?"

Sakura chucked the pillow at him. "That is so old."

He shrugged, and she screamed again as a man with a butcher knife hacked off some poor girl's head. Because she had thrown her pillow at Syaoran, she grabbed onto the nearest thing. Him.

"Hey, get off me," he growled. He tried to push her off, to no avail. She clung onto him.

"You're so soft," she murmured. Soft? She was calling him soft? He was pretty sure he had rock hard abs… He made a mental note to work out more often. He shook his head. Why was he making plans just because of that stupid annoying girl's comment?

Not only was her laugh annoying, even her hair was annoying, as he had just discovered. The flowery scent of her shampoo reached his nose. He hated flowery/fruity stuff, and now he had another reason to.

"If you're so scared of watching horror movies, why did you pick it?" Sakura had spent fifteen minutes (he was looking at the clock waiting for her to stop groveling) pleading with him to watch a movie with her.

"I was so happy that I just picked out the first movie I saw," she replied, her face muffled by his shirt. He instantly regretted asking her, because he could feel her warm breath through his shirt.

"Sakura?"

"Mm?"

"Can you please get off me?"

This time, she knew he was being serious.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked.

He shook his head, though he still had on that ever-present frown on his face.

She sighed as she took the DVD out of the player. 'Well, looks like I'm alone again," she thought glumly. She sat on the couch, where Syaoran found her asleep a few minutes later. He carried her to her room and put the covers over her.

'Why are you doing this to me?'