Oh God. Is this even a good idea? What if she doesn't want to see me? Damnit, damnit, damnit...
Trying to look presentable, Rogue smoothed back a part of his jet black hair that was sticking out of the bottom of his head. At least he was fresh. Rogue just took a shower, and ran to the nearest flower shop to purchase a flurry of white and pink roses, with a red one right in the middle. It wasn't really a bouquet or anything, but it wasn't too small, either. He guessed that Kagura was the kind of girl who didn't want things too flashy. But the flowers did look beautiful.
Gathering all the courage that he could muster, he slammed his knuckles twice on the smooth door. Oh shit. That was way too loud.
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Dark brown eyes snapped open instantly at the two loud and obnoxious knocks at the door. Great, she thought. First Erza belting out a grandeur of notes at the top of her lungs in the shower, then Minerva playing music by Britney Spears from her iPod at a volume that was enough for the neighbors to call the police. And if they did, the deep violet haired girl would have already left, leaving herself to deal with the mess. Just as the sick female tried getting up, she felt a wave of nausea in her head. Plopping her head back down on the pillow, she decided not to open the door. Then she heard another knock, but softer this time. Kagura sighed heavily then, bringing her hand up to her head to hold the pain, she lugged her body towards the door. Barely holding her posture, she opened the door. And she was, in fact, quite surprised at the identity of the person on the other side. Her eyes narrowed. "Is there a package for me?" The petite mailman, sporting a fake-because-I'm-not-a-morning-person smile, handed her the small package.
"It's addressed to a, um, Minerva Orland?"
"Um, yes. She lives with me. I'll just take that then."
The mailman handed her the small package. "Well, then, have a nice day." He stepped out, and proceeded back to his white cube sized car. As Kagura was just about to close the door, she heard some loud arguing and turned her head. All she saw was an angry female senior slamming the life out of a black-haired guy about her age with her small purse, two houses away.
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"HEY! HEY! I SAID I WAS SORRY, JEEZ! OW!"
"YOUNG MAN, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO-" The woman slammed her purse at his ribs once more. "GO TO CHURCH, AND I AM INTERRUPTED BY YOUR LOUD INSENSITIVE KNOCKING!"
"MA'AM IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I GOT THE WRONG HOUSE, I'M SORRY!" What am I supposed to do, fight back? She's a grandma! Their loud fight was halted by the one girl his was looking for in the first place.
"Hey! Hey, what's going on here!"
The old woman pried herself off of Rogue, and moved her angry pair of grey eyes at Kagura. "This young man was interrupting my morning routine, and now I am late to chu- YOU!", she hissed. "YOU ARE THE ROOMIE OF THAT TRASHED UP GIRL MINERVA!"
"Well, 'trashed up' is a very aggressive term-"
"YOU TELL THAT LITTLE HORSE FACE THAT I WILL SUE! I WILL SUE IF SHE EVER PULLS ANOTHER ONE OF HER STUNTS!" The woman gave Rogue one last wack, then walked away. Then a smile crept up on his face.
"Haha.. Ha.. HAHAHAHAHA!" Rogue felt overjoyed, even though this wasn't the best impression to leave on the girl he couldn't let get away. An awkward, crooked smile was placed on Kagura's face. "Oh come on, you want to laugh too!" She let herself giggle a little, and offered out her hand.
"Get up, weirdo."
"Haha- owwww, ow ow ow..." Rogue's ribs felt awfully sore. What the hell was in that purse...?
"H-here..." Kagura squatted down, hesitantly wrapped her arms around his abdomen and pulled him up. "Wow, your really- heavy..." Rogue was halfway up when he spotted the flowers on the ground. He stretched his right arm out and pulled the flowers up. Once he was up on his feet, he stuck his hand out.
"Flowers." A blush was starting to form on both of their cheeks.
"W-what, for me?"
"Yeah, I was trying to get these to you, but it looks like I got the wrong house, haha..."
Suddenly, the realism of the situation sunk in. "How do you know where I live?"
"UH- I- um..." Be cool. Be cool. "I have.. my ways..."
"Huh. Really. Well, why do you want to see me?"
"Why didn't you come to the coffee shop?"
Kagura's eyes narrowed. "I was sick."
"Quite the coincidence."
"You should know that I'd rather look my best on another day then come to see you sick." Then her cheeks grew redder. "So what were you planning to do? Give me flowers, then what?"
Then what. Then what. Uh. "Well, I, uh, I figured that wouldn't matter, because we would be so into each other's company."
The dark haired girl tried to contain her laughter. "And what makes me think that I would be into your 'company'?" Rogue straightened out his shirt, unable to look her in the eye with a stupid smile plastered on his face. "Well, um, you looked pretty into me at the shop... so..."
"Uh-huh. Well, I don't think that we can spend time together, I'm pretty sick."
"No, um, I don't mind if your sick - I mean it's not a problem - no - I have the whole day- uh-"
"So... what do you want?"
"I just- agh... I just want to spend time with you okay! Because I think you're beautiful and smart and- well, you look smart, and most importantly, worth getting assaulted by an angry old lady!" Rogue's face grew redder with every word, and so did Kagura's. "Can we just, like, do you want to go to dinner with me or something?"
"Or something?"
"Do you want. To go. To dinner. With me."
"Okay, okay, sure. Tonight?"
Yessssss... "Tonight is good. Wait, wait wait. I thought you said you were sick."
"Well, I thought you knew what you were talking about, you wouldn't want to go to dinner with me in the first place If I was sick."
"Uh... Can you just come to my house tonight? I'll... um... cook."
A smile of disbelief flew up to be shown on the girl's face. "You... cook?"
No, I don't cook! I'm trying to impress you! "Uh, not exactly..? I'll make something work, and if I can't, then I'll just get Chinese take-out or something."
"Wow. Well, sounds like a plan then, where do you live?"
Rogue pointed to the house right next to the lawn that they were standing in. "See, we're kind of... neighbors."
"Oh wow... I didn't know we were that close."
We're close? She thinks we're close? Like CLOSE-CLOSE! Oh wait no she means distance. "Yeah, sure."
"I'm really curious though, when you work at the coffee shop, do you.. maybe... put on an act?"
"An act?"
"Yes, like, a flirt/tease act."
"Well, we have to, if we want to keep our job."
"Really?"
"BUT- uh, I really, erm, took genuine interest in you, so, for you, it's... not an act." And the blush match continued.
"WELL, okay, I'll see you tonight, at... 7:00?"
"Seven. Sounds good. Wait, are you allergic to anything?"
"Nothing in particular, nope."
"Okay. See you, then." Rogue thought about kissing her, but that would take the fun out of her waiting for something. Instead, he just smiled at her, and jogged back to his house, once he got inside, he fumbled in his jeans pocket for his phone, then dialed Minerva's number. "MINERVA MINERVA MINERVAAAAA!"
Heavy panting was heard on the other line. "Wh..What..."
"I GOT IT I GOT THE DATE I GOT IT YESSS AREN'T YOU HAPPY YE- Wait, what's wrong with you?"
"I've been.. Running..."
"You jog?"
"Well, I'm... off today... what else... am I... gonna do..."
"Can I borrow a cookbook?"
"No, buy your own."
"Are you serious! C'mon!"
"Okay. I'll get one from Erza, but she only has one about chicken."
"THAT'S FINE!"
Okey, I think some of you have noticed that I "spelled the title wrong" (the correct spelling is Espresso). The title is NOT spelled wrong. Expresso and Espresso are two different things that willl be featured in this story. Well, there, that's your new chapter everyone. I got done with it several days ago, actually, but the story manager wouldn't load (some error), so I couldn't post it. Merry (late) Christmas, and Happy (late) New Year everyone :)
Dear DarkerLightsDeeperLies, you are not the one pestering me to update, it's someone else. :D