Well, last chapter was the one that finally develops Megumi's character. Something we've been waiting an entire fic for. I know, I know, I should've done it earlier, but whenever I tried, it made the story seem awkward, so I put it here and it fit. This chapter is just a filler to bridge to the next chapter. Thank you for the reviews.

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Ch.3: Where's a Daisy When You Need It?

A dull roar was heard over the stirring of coffee and the ring of the cash register as Ino chatted on and on about how much she hated Sai today. The girls simply rolled their eyes and went back to sipping their drinks.

They were at the small corner café called Sweet Delights a few blocks from the university. It was relatively cozy. Booths lined the window and tables were spread out across the floor. At the back of the café were the cash register, the coffee machines, and a glass case displaying their pastries.

Megumi looked around the café, listening to the music playing softly in the background as she sat lost in her thoughts.

'Wonder why I told Kakashi all that stuff?'

"Megumi-chan?"

'I mean, sure, he's a great guy and I trust him with my life, but those things were supposed to be buried with me in my grave, six feet under or floating with me in my ashes.'

"Megumi-chan."

'Does this mean I still like him? I thought I got over it when I went to college, but he was so sweet last night and—and—no. Yes. No. Yes. No. Augh! I don't know anymore! Yes. No. No. Definitely NO!!!! Bad thoughts. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong,' she scolded herself. She was acting like the stereotypical lovesick teen. She thought she left that phase after she entered college, but apparently she loved making cameo appearances. But why now? She had gotten over Kakashi after she convinced herself it would never be able to work out; even if there was a remote chance he did return her feelings, so why were these thoughts coming back? Did she really still love him?

'No. I got over it. No more butterfly fluff feelings around him, so I'm over him and that's final. Now to get my mind off him. Think other thoughts. Think….um…um…cats. Nice kittens in baskets with balloons. Um…rock guitars. James Marsters. Jello! Pirates! Eyepatches! Kakashi. Kakashi without his mask. Kakashi without his—Ahhh! No! No! No!'

Just then, her head collided with the tabletop and she moaned in pain and looked up to see Temari rolling her eyes as the other blonde girl smirked triumphantly.

"Ino! Why the hell did you do that?!" she yelled rubbing her forehead, no doubt in her mind that a lump would appear soon.

"Well, I wouldn't have had to if you paid attention to me when I was screaming your name," she shot back.

"Fine. What do you want?" Megumi grumbled.

Ino's eyes became sparkly. "How did the date go? Who was it? Was he really the guy for you? I mean, from the profile, it seemed like you guys were made for each other, so who was it? Was he older? Of course he was older, it said his age on the profile. Was he hot? What'd he look like? How far did you get? Are you head-over-heels for this guy? Tell me, dammit!"

Megumi simply looked at the girl before putting a cookie in her mouth. "Apparently, Kakashi is my perfect match," she said sipping her water. The girls nodded before they froze and the café was filled with sounds of coughing.

"What?!"

Megumi rolled her eyes. 'Sorta glad that I didn't tell them I had a crush on him in high school if this is how they're acting when we had a date.'

Tenten patted Hinata's back as the girl coughed and she looked up. "What are you going to do now, Megumi?" she asked.

"Right now, I'm going to push back my chair and leave," she said pushing her chair back.

"You know what she meant," Ino snapped. Megumi just shrugged.

"Well, I have no idea what I'm going do." The girls nodded and pushed in their chairs as they placed a tip on the table and walked out the door.

Megumi let the door slid past her fingers and looked around as the girls chatted ahead of her. She looked towards the café and spotted a boy inside carrying a tray with dirty dishes as he placed the tip in the pocket of his green apron. He was tall and had scarlet hair. From where she stood, she could just make out his eyes. Burnt umber.

'He's cute.'

But that was just a passing thought.