The soft clink of china on tables, the rich aroma of coffee and various cakes filled her nose. Kagome gave a satisfied sigh and pushed her dark plastic frame glasses up; they had slipped down her nose. She was writing her next story, the follow-up to her best seller "In the Depths of the Snow" which was a somewhat tragic love story.
Resting her hands for a moment to take a sip from her mug, she heard the small bell at the front door ring; she looked and was happy to see that he had come. She waved him over to the small table on the corner.
"Inuyasha, you made it."
"It's not like I was planning on avoiding you. Traffic was hell though; I don't see why you insist upon using this place."
"Oh come on, it has ambience." Kagome waved her hand at the shop, rich red wallpaper, deep wood paneling, and vintage posters made up the décor.
"Whatever," He huffed, "at least it's warm."
A waitress came to take his order and soon that delicious coffee smell filled the little corner they sat in much more strongly. Kagome was typing away and the now defrosted Hanyou was engrossed in a novel.
Kagome was pleased, she didn't need to speak, didn't need to try and come up with small talk, it had never been a strong point. She was glad that Inuyasha understood this, unlike other men she had met. He was also one of those people like her, who didn't have this urge to speak constantly and never stop. She smiled as she typed the next few lines of dialogue between her main characters, Kannon and Seramylu.
"So, Inuyasha, do you know if there are any good movies playing tonight?"
"I think so, have you seen Hurt yet?"
"No, it looks good, do you want to go out and see it?"
"Sure thing Kagome."
They stood and gathered up their things, Kagome zipped up her laptop bag and then pulled on her dark pea coat. Inuyasha paid for their things, despite Kagome's protests and together they headed out into the chilly day.
"Hey Yash,"
"Yeah?"
"Can I bum a ride off you, I used public transit."