So I was debating whether or not to put this in here, but I figured I might as well. Enjoy this brief, Tokyo Ghoul:re epilogue! There really *isn't* any spoilers from the manga (which I just started reading), but it would definitely make more sense if you *have* read at least a couple of chapters from :re.

Epilogue:

"Excuse me miss, the papers you requested are in," said an intern nervously. He walked over to Nona's desk and dropped a manilla envelope and a cup of coffee onto it like they were hot coals, and quickly ran out of his boss' office. Nona sighed as she picked up the stack and sipped on her coffee.

"This is awful," she said to herself, spitting out the poor quality brew all over her freshly polished oak desk. It had been years since she first met Kaneki while she was attending university, and she now considered herself to be a moderately successful business woman. She took over her father's small software company, and now had nervous interns jumping up at her beck and call. If only they knew how to buy proper coffee.

"If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," she muttered under her breath as she stood up and exited her office, tossing out her off-brand mug on the way out the door.

She would have been lying if she said Kaneki never crossed her mind from time to time. She dated many guys before him, and even some after, but none of them were quite like him. The kind of guy she went after was mostly the slick, jock type, which was why initially she was so startled when she realized she fell for the awkward Kaneki. Perhaps it was his nervousness that made her feel safe around him. He might have very well been her first love.

Yet, regardless, she had done what she felt was right, and she tried not to dwell on it, as feelings of regret might pop up inside of her. She always strived to live her life without looking back, mostly because she knew how much it could hurt.

The part that hurt the most was probably the fact that it could just never work. A human and a ghoul? Impossible. She wanted an average life, an average boyfriend, an average job, and she succeeded so far in most of it. A… ghoul… could never fit into her perfect world. At least that's what she told herself.

As soon as she stepped outside into the warm summer air, away from the stuffiness of her office space, she noted that there must have been some sort of festival going on, because there were swarms of people crowding the streets. Food stands, balloons, children with fake swords; she would have enjoyed it more if she had some sort of caffeine in her. She briskly pushed herself through the maze of people, and somehow managed to make it to her favourite coffee shop a few blocks over.

She was sliding up to the door, when something caught her attention.

Just a few feet away, there was a man in a black suit, holding his coffee cup and looking about as if he had just lost something. He was handsome, standing tall with a shaggy head of black and white hair. He looked so familiar to her, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

She was contemplating what this might mean, before deciding that it could not be who she thought he was. There was no way…

But still something prevented her from moving into the coffee shop, right hand still on the bronze handle, frozen in motion.

The man turned his head to look at something straight passed her, and that's when she knew. This man was obviously not the man she thought he was.

Nona took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside, relieved. It was so silly of her to think it might be him.

"Hey, Nona! It's been a while, will you have your usual?" asked the waitress from a cash register.

Nona smiled and nodded as she glanced back out the window, but the man was no longer standing there.

It was strange; everything else about him seemed to be the perfect fit. He had the same frame, the same walk, the same hands and face. But when she got a good look into the man's eyes, that's when she knew that it absolutely could not be him.

Kaneki's eyes were always so warm, even if he was nervous or frightened, they never seemed to lose their vigor. Even when she met him months later, when he had changed his hair.

But those man's eyes, they were different. Those eyes she had seen just moments before were warm, yes, but there was some quality that was different about them. Who's ever eyes those were, they were definitely not Kaneki's.

She accepted her coffee from the register and quickly made her way back to her office, pushing passed the people enjoying the summer's evening. She would scold her intern for purchasing such poor quality coffee later on, and give him specific directions for next time. Who knew bad coffee could make you see things.

Haise Sasaki had a long day ahead of him and realized he just needed a break. Between juggling the Quinckes, paperwork, and the current investigation, he just about hit his limits. A nice, long walk would have to suffice before he went back to the CCG main headquarters.

Between his residence and the main office, he took a detour through a park and zigg zagged through the streets until he was standing in front of a long stretch of shops. He couldn't explain it, but even though the area was new to him, he felt like he had been there before. He continued to walk on the side-walk, enjoying the fresh summer's eve and the crowded streets of the city, filled with excitement and joy.

To his left he noticed a coffee shop and decided to get a cup on the go. Hell, he deserved it.

It was his favourite time of day, time of year, and he now had his favourite cup of coffee. Although work had been hectic recently, it really was a good day so far.

And then, when he had exited the shop and was continuing his stroll, something in the air caught him off guard. He sniffed furiously, trying to figure out what it was. He looked around excitedly through the crowds of people in the street, wondering what food stand it was coming from. He did not ever remember being able to eat regular food, but oh, how it looked so good when everyone else did.

Eventually, the scent passed, and he felt an odd twitch in his left eye.

"Hmm, I wonder what that was," he mumbled to himself, slightly disappointed. He scratched the back of his head then, embarrassed that he had acted so strangely in public. Checking the time, he decided that he was out long enough and turned around to head back to the CCG office. Whatever it was, the scent felt so familiar, so warm. Whatever it was, he would have loved to have tried a piece.