Roxas looked around Tram Common, his mind filled with noises from his thoughts. Who was that girl? From my dream? She looked awfully familiar... He halted in his tracks when he saw a figure dressed in a plain white dress just a few yards away. "It's her!" he said out loud.
Namine, the figure, turned around and saw Roxas. But to her, he was a complete stranger. She simply smiled and greeted, "Hello there."
Roxas was taken back for some reason. Maybe it's her hair...so blonde and perfect. Or her delicate curves...or-or her attire? Man! What's wrong with me? I'm staring at her like she's some sort of alien or something! I'd better say something before she asks me-
"Is something wrong?" Namine asked, now only a step away from the flustered boy, "You seem...troubled."
Shoot! Roxas bit his lip nervously and stammered, "Uh...n-no." he shook his head to break his trance and was about to say something, when she silenced him by placing her hand in front of his face. "Huh?"
"I'm Namine," Namine introduced herself, "I'm glad I met someone already. I just moved here." She giggled when he didn't respond. "What's your name?"
"R-Roxas," Roxas uttered, "You're new here, right?" She's the girl in my dream. Why does it feel like I've known her somewhere before? Not so long ago...? "I can show you around if you want."
Namine smiled. He may be a dope, but he sure is sweet. "Okay," she replied, "Thanks. I really appreciate it...Roxas." She unconsciously played with her hands while her cerulean eyes kept in contact with his sapphire ones. "When do you want to give me a tour?"
"Is tomorrow okay?" Roxas ran his fingers through his spikes. "I mean...if you're free and all."
"Hm. Yeah. Tomorrow's great." She turned around and left. "See you around."
Roxas felt his cheeks heat up and his temples moisten. I must be going crazy. How could I know her if I just met her? Whatever. He shrugged and went back to Station Heights.
