Don't own Pretear! Just the plot and any character that does not originally appear in the anime! Hope you enjoy!

thoughts (it'll be easier to understand)

"And that was yet another postcard from Silk-chan. Thank you all for listening and I hope you will join me again tomorrow night." With his final words, Sasame flipped a switch on a black box on the table and cut off his connection with the outside world. He stood a little stiffly, feeling the joints in his knees pop in protest at being disturbed. No matter how long I've done this, he thought, I've never gotten use to sitting for so long. Sasame walked out of the small room and into the much larger one adjoining it. He grabbed his jacket off a side stand, waved goodbye to his fellow workers, and made his way out of the studio. He sighed, watching his breath freeze in the night air. Same routine, another day, he thought. I wonder what the others are up to…

He focused his hearing, trying to locate the others.

Oh, good. He listened to the soft snores of Shin and Hajime. Mannen was able to get them to sleep this time. He continued his search and found Mannen in the kitchen attempting to fix a "late night snack" while Kei typed away on his laptop. Does he do nothing else? He found Goh at his post, as tonight was his night to guard the pretear. But Sasame was surprised to find that Himeno was right there next to him, partaking in what sounded like a particularly funny jest. He was going to eavesdrop… well, anymore. And Hayate… Hayate was having yet another conversation with Himeno's dad. Sasame was curious to know what they were talking about, but refrained himself from overstepping his boundaries. Hayate liked his privacy. Who was he to invaded on that?

As Sasame rounded a corner, he let his focus drop and concentrated more on the surroundings of the plaza. There was a slight chill in the air and immediately his mind jumped to the girl. Curiosity sparked and thousands of questions raced through his mind. Why was she out there? Did she stay out there for the joy of it, or because she had no where else to go? Why was she always alone? Why did she keep her face hidden from the world? Was she not afraid of the dangers that might occur to a lone girl at this time of night?

But the most important question continue to pulse through mind. Who was she?

As the thoughts continued to plague his mind, he soon found himself nearing her bench. The roar of questions ceased as he stood watching her. She was in the same position as last night, with her arm securing her features from the public. Her denim jacket was folded under her head. Sort of a makeshift pillow Sasame guessed. Her black pants were tucked down inside a pair of black, mid-calf boots. From what Sasame could tell, they appeared to be made of a kind of soft leather. Much like the ones he and the others wore in their Knight form. A grayish white shirt hung from her shoulders, concealing what was visible the previous night. Her hair swayed in the slight breeze.

"Hello. May I sit here?"

Wait. How did he end up over here? Last thing he knew, he was standing a good few feet behind her. Now…? Sasame stared down at his feet. Traitors.

Without removing her arm, she answered. "Are the others taken?"

Before Sasame knew what was happening, his mouth had betrayed him also. "At the moment? Hai." Oh well. Might as well finish it.

She unfurled her legs as she sat up to make room for him. She glanced around at the other benches as if to confirm his answer. It was true. Then she looked up at the still standing Sasame. "Well? Are you going to sit or what?"

He gave her a small smile as he said his thanks. A silence settled between them. Quiet, but not uncomfortable… strange. Out of the corner of his eye, Sasame could see her listening to the music. Her eyes were distant, head cradled in the palm of her hand. Sasame gave a small intake of breath. Might as well… "May I ask your name?" She turned and gazed at him through the palest blue eyes he had ever seen. Almost silver, he thought.

For what seemed to be the longest minute of his life, she finally graced him with an answer. "Soran."

Sasame offered her his hand. "Sasame."

Hesitantly, she accepted his offer.

End 2

Here's ch.2 Hope you liked! Sorry it wasn't that long, but I wanted to save their conversation for a little later. Maybe next ch. which should be here in a little while, so, FINGERS CROSSED! Jk...jk...

See ya next chapter!