Disclaimer: I don't own CCS or any songs I mention!

Author: Alleycat

Story: Purely Coincidental

She was a free spirit and he a successful business man. She didn't care for love and he didn't have the time for it. Two strangers meet in an empty movie theater and nothing is ever the same.

Author's Note: Here's a chapter that gets things moving…finally lol

Also I really like people using last names versus first name being more intimate.

I hope everyone's prayers (or w/e you do) are still with Japan in their time of need

Also while my chapters are getting progressively longer they will never be that long, honestly. It helps me to get them out faster and write them if I stop when I feel the need to. Sorry!

Chapter 3

"I've never had a yearning quite like this before,

Now that you are walking right through my door

All of my life, where have you been?

I wonder if I'll ever see you again?"

~ Lenny Kravitz, "Again"

He had finished the food rather quickly but he didn't throw the note out with the rest of his trash. It didn't seem right.

When he had first seen the note he was surprised, but more surprised by the fact that there was no number on it. He was used to getting hit on but he wasn't used to being discarded.

And that was what she had done. She had returned his gesture and left.

He resolved to give her no more of his thoughts as the days past and she never showed. He resisted the urge to hire a personal investigator and search her name. It seemed a little too desperate.

The next Friday, the impossible happened: He woke up late.

Syaoran grabbed the closest suit, which happened to be an expensive Ralph Lauren, and threw on the outfit. He had bought the three piece navy suit sight unseen and had not even taken off the tags. They were ripped carelessly off as he dashed toward the elevator in his flat. He made sure to grab his briefcase on his way.

Wei, his driver, didn't act like he was surprised when he saw the usually stoic man scrambling towards the town car. He sent him a smile as the car door slammed behind the young billionaire and pulled away from the curb.

The drive was silent but Wei noticed constant movement in the backseat.

"Why aren't we moving?" Syaoran snapped, his eyes unable to stray from his silver Rolex. His right hand twitched unconsciously to the movement of the seconds hand.

"There seems to be an accident sir," Wei replied, not batting an eyelash at the curt tone.

"Where are we?" He asked rudely, looking around for a street sign.

"We are about three blocks away from Li Corporations," Wei said patiently, his eyes trained on the brake lights of the cab in front of him.

"Pull over," He demanded, grabbing his briefcase.

Not one second later, after Wei had managed to expertly maneuver the car in the gridlock traffic to the curb, did he take off.

He ran down the busy street, dodging people the best that he could. He reasoned that if he could keep up the pace then he might be able to make it to the office on time. His untarnished record would stay untarnished. His satisfaction was short lived after he heard a feminine voice call his name.

"Li!" She said, waving her hand enthusiastically.

He stopped before a thought had formed. She was standing a few feet away from him, getting jostled by the self important people. She looked beautiful in an off white blouse with ruffles. It was tucked into short dress shorts but they were made less revealing by black tights. Her hair was straight and he was surprised that it reached her mid back. She was vision.

Her ballet flats nudged a crack nervously under his stare. "What are you doing here?" She asked finally when brown met green.

"Work," He choked out, forgetting he was running late. "I'm going to work."

Her eyes widened in surprised. "You walk to work?"

He opened his mouth to correct her but she continued.

"That is so cool," She told him excitedly. "Some people are so lazy."

And because he wanted desperately to be cool in her eyes, he agreed. "What are you doing?" He questioned, trying to discreetly make sure Wei and the town car were not in view.

She pointed the opposite way. "There's this bakery two blocks down and I adore their scones. They are seriously to-die-for delicious scones. I go every Friday before class." She smiled suddenly. "Would you like to join me?"

He declined, citing that he had to be at work. Her smile, Syaoran noticed, did not dim but in fact got bigger. He wondered if she really wanted him to join her because most people get mad or at least upset at rejection.

"Maybe I'll see you later," She told him sweetly, pushing her bangs out of her eyes while she passed him.

He stood dumbstruck for a few moments before remembering why he was walking in the first place.

He strolled this time, and ended up being ten minutes late. He ignored the shocked looks in the lobby and by his secretary and holed himself in his office.

The next Friday, Wei dropped him off at the same spot even though there was no traffic and he had woken up early. He leaned on a building that said "Insurance" and waited.

He did not worry about the time.

He knew he was going to be late because they had met only five minutes before work started. He put a little thought into his outfit choice this time. It was a silver suit with a black button up. He had gotten many compliments from his secretary the one time he had worn it. Her nasally voice grated on his nerves so bad he vowed to never wear it again.

If Kinomoto thought he looked nice, then it would be well worth the sniveling secretary.

He saw her before she noticed him.

She was wearing a pale pink blouse this time tucked into gray slacks. Her hair was curled loosely and hung attractively around her shoulders. She had a ribbon headband that matched her shirt. He had never seen such loveliness in person.

He stood up from the building and joined the miling crowd to make it look like a coincidence. He resisted the urge to smirk when he heard her astonished voice call out his name.

"How were the scones?" He asked, after the pleasantries had been taken care of.

She blinked cutely. "What?"

He smirked at her expression. "The scones you said were, and I quote, to die for."

"Nice memory," She complimented then said slyly. "Care to try them out for yourself?"

He frowned and held up his suitcase. "I've got to work."

Her smile brightened and she said "nice suit" before disappearing into the crowd. He was left flabbergasted once again.

By the fourth Friday rumors had begun circulating the office for his continual tardiness. His favorite was that he had a lady spend the night every Thursday. She would shut off his alarm in the morning while he was still sleeping. He would wake up eventually and she would seduce him into forgiving her.

The truth was far less interesting and way more desperate.

Partially due to the insolence of gossiping about their boss and more importantly, he really wanted to take Kinomoto up on her offer, he decided to do something. After all, it was one thing to be less than fifteen minutes late versus around an hour.

He went in front of the board members and proposed a late start for Fridays. Citing the several great periods they had and increasing revenue as his reasons for rewarding his employees. It took some convincing and implying false connections, but they finally agreed to starting work an hour late.

Hiiragizawa barged into his office the next day after the company wide email was sent out. "What is the meaning of this?" He demanded, waving the printed email.

Syaoran didn't even look up from his computer. "I have never and will never explain my actions to you," He stated coldly.

"So are the rumors of the woman true?" He asked, his blue eyes sparkling behind his glasses as he plopped down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Nothing better to do than to gossip like an old woman?" He sneered at the lawyer.

Eriol sniffed the air loudly. "I smell defensive, cousin, and I will find out." He smiled widely before standing up and strolling out.

Syaoran rolled his eyes at the dramatics before returning to the work at hand.

He was more nervous waiting for her on the side of the insurance building than any other time. The night before the big day, he couldn't sleep. He lay awake, wondering how it would go.

His ponderings were for naught as she never showed.

He waited for forty-five minutes before trudging to the office and not doing any work. He contemplated even going home but he would not let this girl have that much power over him. Instead, he moped in his office and barked at anyone who dared to speak to him.

Syaoran was not aware of how much he started to depend on those brief interactions to get him through his life.

The week following her no show was one of the worst. He had never felt more stressed or worn out. If his employees thought he was mean before, he was probably elevated to tyrannical dictator. He was sure he made at least three employees cry, only two of which were women.

He toyed with the idea of not showing the following Friday. It could be a way to show her that she didn't matter. Unfortunately, she did. He realized that if he did not show it up would hurt him more than her.

She walked down the street that sunny Friday, her hair bouncing with each step.

She was wearing a white button up shirt with no sleeves. It was tucked into a knee length skirt that had mauve, yellow, and purple swirls. A white leather belt cinched her small waist.

She looked more beautiful than he could remember.

"Li!" She shouted, waving enthusiastically and walking over.

His eyes widened as he realized she caught him leaning on the "Insurance" building. He wondered if she would figure out what that meant.

She opened her mouth to greet him when she paused before letting out an adorable sneeze.

"Bless you," He told her automatically, still in shock of possibly being caught.

She dug in her purse and pulled out a tissue. "I must be the only one who gets in sick in the Spring," She pouted while wiping her nose delicately.

Understanding dawned on him for her absence. "I am sorry to hear you're sick," He said, trying to hide a smirk.

"You should've seen me last week," She spoke dramatically but her smile betrayed her. "Feel bad enough to join me for breakfast?"

"You do look pathetic," He joked, trying to downplay his final agreement. His heart beat faster, hoping that she wouldn't make a big deal about it.

She stared at him, her green eyes wide in shock.

He forced himself to smirk to hide his nervousness. "Are we going to just stand here?" He said after she just continued to stare at him. Not that he didn't like the attention…

"Of course not," She said brightly, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down the street.

He allowed her to lead him, letting the tingles that enveloped their conjoined hands distract him. Before he realized it they had stopped at a little brick building.

She let go of him with a beseeching look. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Of course not," He reassured her while holding open the door.

The café was cozy. It had warm colors and comfy chairs. There were no televisions but a magazine rack that contained subjects like architecture and politics. It was pretty busy with only a few seats open.

"What do you want?" She asked when they had got in line.

"What do recommend?" Syaoran peered at the menu, wishing he had thought of something to order. "Just get two of whatever you get."

"I'll get it," Kinomoto pushed his wallet away after she had ordered. She gave him a severe look when he protested. "Get us seats."

He picked a small table hoping the intimate space would encourage chatter. The café wasn't loud but far away you would have to talk loud to converse. She sat down and put his tray in front of him.

She only began talking after he gave an appreciative moan during a bite of the strawberry scone. "Tell me three things that only your friends would know."

He swallowed, amused. "Only if you answer the same question."

She stared at him for a moment, as if mulling it over in her head. "Fine," She agreed. "You go first."

He had eaten half his scone before he spoke. It didn't seem to bother her as she ate and drank. Her phone had rang once and she apologized profusely before turning it to vibrate. "I've never had a pet." He said finally, the first thing that came to his mind.

She gasped and her small hand went up to cover her mouth. "That is tragic." At his expectant look, she pursed her lips in an attempt to think. "I am horrible at math." Her green eyes were sparkling.

"I am good at math." He countered, unable to keep the smirk off of his face. He was having more fun than he could remember ever having. He wondered if they could stay in the coffee shop and talk forever.

She shook her head at him, laughing slightly. "My best friend makes all of my clothes."

His face scrunched up. "What?"

She shrugged then her phone started to vibrate again. She just ignored it. "She wants to be a designer," Kinomoto said by way of explanation.

"I don't have anyone I would consider a friend," Syaoran blurted out after her last answer.

"I doubt that," She scoffed, not allowing him to feel sorry for himself. "You seem to get a lot of attention. I mean people are actually staring at you."

He felt his armpits prickle with embarrassment. She probably didn't realize who she was sitting with and he didn't want her to. "Maybe it's because I'm over dressed," He played with his silk tie nervously.

"More like because you're so handsome." She corrected while finishing her scone. She put her napkin on the tray. Her phone vibrated again and she silenced it. "Sometimes I think I have too many friends. It seems like I never have a moment to myself."

Syaoran took a bite of the delicious scone and pondered which was worse. He couldn't help but think his was harder to live with.

Kinomoto looked into his eyes. "And, for the record, I consider us friends."

To hide his smile, the first he could remember since his father's death, he lifted his coffee for a drink. He didn't think he needed another friend, if she would be his only.

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