Horoscope
"Riku! Hear your horoscope!"
"Isn't that stuff for girls with no life and no hope, who need to be told complete lies in order to avoid suicide?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm reading it to you."
"Ouch, Kairi, that hurt."
"Anyways, your horoscope for today says that 'you will meet a tall, dark, and familiar stranger who will sweep you off your feet."
"Kairi, that stuff is bullshit."
"You're just jealous because mine says that I'm winning the lottery."
"Yeah, and my name is Sora."
And so, ever doubtful, Riku strolled down the street to his new favorite restaurant. It was an odd time, around 3:30, and no one else was there. A few waiters and waitresses wandered around, looking around for an excuse to get paid. And there, in the back of the dining area, was Squall, cleaning.
You will meet a tall, dark, and familiar stranger…
Riku shook his head, trying to shake out the absurdity of that comment. It was just a coincidence.
"Hi, my name's Selphie and I'll be your waitress today! Follow me, and I'll get you a table!" Riku nodded, following the brunette back to his seat. Not paying attention to where he was going, he ran straight into Squall, the broom the other man was using to clean the floors catching his left leg and forcing him to fall backwards, his arms flailing desperately.
…Who will sweep you off your feet.
And right as he thought his head was going to be split open on the nearest table, a pair of strong arms grabbed him, hauling him to his feet.
"You okay," the older man asked, his hands on Riku's shoulder's to keep him steady.
"Yeah, I think so," and Riku blinked, watching as the broom spun and hit the floor with a clatter.
The next day…
"Hey Kairi, do you have anymore of the horoscope stuff?"
"That stuff is crap! It never comes true!"
"Oh really?"
"Riku, do I look like I won the lottery?"
"Why are you calling me Riku? Haven't you heard, my name is Sora."