Finally, it's 12:30. Only thirty minutes left to go!

I spent the rest of my morning following Ikuto. He walked through the rest of the park, purple stain and all, at least three times. I followed him out of the park and into the bookstore, where he looked at a few music books and drank a cup of coffee in between two shelves.

Don't ask me where he got the coffee.

The whole time I followed him, he had a hood and sunglasses on. Only twice did he look back at me, tipping his shades down to the tip of his nose and staring at me like before. He didn't say anything either time, and we kept on walking.

Eventually I lost him when he ran down an alley. I didn't feel like running.

And now here I am, standing in front of the café, ready for another long day at work.

I work at Secret, a small café across from the park. It's relatively new, only a year old, and I've been working hear since it opened. It looks like it would be a dump, but inside it's completely parallel.

The word I use to describe it is chic. There aren't any dining tables, just couches with coffee tables. The whole café is purple and cream, giving off a calm yet sophisticated vibe. The craziest part is the stage. It's small, nestled in the corner of the café, framed with sparkling silver curtains. It's my favorite part of the café. I go up there every night at 8:00 and sing my heart out. We serve alcohol after 6:00, but most people drink wine, so it doesn't get too rowdy.

I open the door, and there isn't a small jingle to greet me. Another thing I love about this place. There are only a few customers. They're regulars, so I give them a small wave and run to the front counter.

"Ayumi, can you give me a small coffee? Please?" She looks at me, her green eyes stern. She looks really pretty today, with her red (and when I say red, I mean blood red) hair pulled into low pigtails.

All of the workers here are original employees. There's me, Ayumi, Rika, who's also the manager, our chef, Hitomi, and the owner, Natsumi. It's an all female team, and we're proud that we've survived this long.

"Fine. But this is the last time." She turns around to get to the coffee, almost running into Natsumi in the process. Her long black hair is down and pin-straight, and her peach-colored eyes look tired.

"God, Ayumi, you almost ran into me!" Ayumi ignores her, pouring my cup of coffee and setting it on the counter.

"Ayumi, I love you!" I run around the counter and give her a hug. I pull away and stare at Natsumi. "Where's Rika?" Rika is Natsumi's sister. She's like a mini Natsumi. She points towards one of the couches.

Rika is on the couch. Her eyes are closed, her short black hair spread out over the purple pillow. Hitomi walks out of the kitchen, her waist-length blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail. She looks at me staring and smirks, a playful look in her violet eyes. "Rika had a bit too much to drink last night." I look at Natsumi. She just rolls her eyes.

"I can see that." I grab my coffee off of the counter and take a small sip. Ah, how I love coffee.

"Amu," Ayumi says, writing something down in a small notebook, "why don't you go get your apron on? I need some help here!"

"Just let me finish my coffee, will you?" I gulp down the whole thing, even as it's burning my throat, and run into the back room.

(daYbYdaY)

It's been a long day.

Rika woke up, threw all over the coffee table, and guess who had to clean it up? Me, of course.

Hitomi spilled a pot of broth, slipped, a hurt her ankle. We've resorted to selling bagels and toast.

It's finally 8:00. I push my way through a group of drunk college kids, throw my apron on the ground, and run up to the mic.

I've already picked my song, Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore. Hitomi starts the music, and the crowd goes wild.

She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure, the lens, I told her
The angles are all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds

I look out into the crowd and see that messy head of blue hair. He's smiling at me, and I smile right back.

Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

Ba-da ba ba-da ba ba da

I look up again, but this time I don't see Ikuto.

Tadase is standing right behind Ikuto, a blank look on his face. He's holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Oh no, he's drunk.

I panic and drop the mic. His lips turn up in a wicked smile as he starts pushing his way through the crowd.

I jump off of the stage and out the back exit. My heart is pounding in my ears. I look through the window in the door. He's getting closer.

I bolt.

I run to the front of the café. It's already dark outside, but I can see a huge tour bus across the street by the park. I run across the street and yank the door open, closing it safely behind me.

What the hell am I doing?

I never run. That's not part of the plan.

This isn't supposed to happen.

I take a few deep breaths before venturing farther in. It's empty but the whole bus is a mess. There's a small table with a bench surrounding it. I sit down and relax.

Suddenly the door opens, and a girl with blonde hair and the same eyes as Ikuto walks in. A guy is behind her, his orange hair and green eyes not matching the expression on his face.

"Who are you?" she screams, her hands balled into fists. Someone pushes past her, that guy with the purple stain on his pants.

"Well," Ikuto says. "Look who we got here."


A/N: I'm in such a mood to write, haha. :)