Flexible Thought of the Day: Eating fish can provide an excellent source of Omega-3 fatty acids, vitamins and minerals that benefit your general health. Two servings of fish per week can help prevent heart disease, lower blood pressure, and reduce the risk of heart attacks and strokes.
Flexible Strings Attached
By MoshiMoshiQueen
"Characters' Comments"
(Author's Comments)
Previously on Flexible Strings Attached:
The ever-fabulous agent to the stars and Syaoran's cousin, Meilin interrupted what seemed like a hot and heavy kiss between our two favorite characters. Was the kiss made in the heat of the moment or is it going to continue to flame? Find out.
Now on Flexible Strings Attached:
It was just a simple dinner, Sakura kept telling herself. She had dinners with clients all of the time. There was no difference…She shook her head and thought 'just whom was she kidding?' She knew this was different. First of all she was dressed up in this gorgeous and very expensive silk green dress and second of all she was with a very… well gorgeous and expensive hunk!
Her cheeks flushed as she slid her eyes to the right to look at Syaoran. God, he was stunning. His chocolate brown hair was tussled. His deep amber eyes were focused on the road in front of them. He wore an expensive suit that was noir and he wore a silk, green tie to match her dress. His cuffs were gold and simply said LS. The suit was cut to perfection and it made her want to drool.
He insisted that he drive her car. Possibly because he was being polite, but probably because he thought she drove like a maniac. She chuckled to herself as she remembered his face when she drove him to his gigantic apartment.
"And what is so funny," Syaoran asked as a smile bloomed upon his hansom face.
"I just remembered how you reacted when I drove you to your apartment. It was priceless. Too bad I don't work for the paparazzi. I would have made millions for that shot."
"Ha ha."
"So, have you ever eaten at Abstract? Their food is amazing."
"I actually haven't had the pleasure. If you didn't notice I'm kind of a workaholic."
"You? A workaholic? I'm shocked!" Sakura said playfully as he pulled up in front of the restaurant.
Abstract was very chic looking. The outside was made out of black and white marble and it had a red carpet leading to the entrance. The door was made out of heavy, brown woods and the doorknob was made out of pure gold. People, mostly the pap, were waiting outside in hopes to get in or get that perfect shot that would pay the rent for the rest of the month.
Sakura knew that as soon as she and Syaoran stepped out the pap would have enough rent money to pay their apartment off for the rest of the year. She pretended, just for a moment of course, that she really was Syaoran's girlfriend. This would be her everyday life… dining out with him, eating with him, and dare she think it? Sleeping with him. She felt herself flush. She really needed to stop daydreaming. She wasn't Syaoran's girlfriend. She was merely his yoga instructor for a while. Once he started getting better he would forget about her and move on to a hot blonde.
Sighing she tried to open her door, but Syaoran was all ready there to open it for her. She thanked him quietly as cameras flashed in her face. She felt blinded not only by the cameras, but also by the whole experience. So, this is how being rich felt?
Grabbing onto Syaoran's hand, he helped her out of the car. He gave the keys to the valet and ushered Sakura inside. The receptionist took one look at Syaoran and led them to the best table in the place. Sakura usually sat in the back corner next to the kitchen, so this was definitely a step up.
The receptionist was quite stylish. She wore a black miniskirt that showed up her amazingly, long legs and a tight white shirt that showed off her remarkable rack. Sakura felt envious and she wondered if Syaoran wished he were with someone like her instead of Sakura. Trying to block that depressing thought away, she sat down in the chair that Syaoran offered her.
Abstract was quite beautiful inside and out. The carpet was a lush and black, the seats were made out of a mauve fabric, and the tables were set all a like with priceless wine glasses and pure, white table clothes. The view was what was really incredible about Abstract. Right out in front of the restaurant was a beautifully lit lake. It was simply romantic.
"Can I start you off with anything? Wine perhaps?" the receptionist asked sweetly. A little too sweetly for Sakura. She could start off with leaving and letting the waitress to her job, she thought to herself.
"We are just going to browse for a while. Thanks," Syaoran replied as he gazed back at Sakura.
The receptionist left, but not before letting her eyes linger a little bit longer onto Syaoran's handsome form. Sakura thought she saw her lick her lips. It was disgusting!
"It's all up to you, Sakura."
Sakura snapped her head up and tried to wipe away her negative thoughts. She was going to get an ulcer if she didn't stop stressing over every female that even looked at her new client. For pity's sake, it's not like she had any claim over him!
"Hm?" was all she could muster.
"You are the health guru, remember?"
"Oh, yes. Of course!"
Sakura, this is only a job! You need to get your head out of the clouds and onto your client. You are supposed to be helping him get better. She picked up the black menu that was decorated with white writing and silver swirls and browsed.
"We, of course, should start off with a salad with a light vinaigrette." Sakura commented cheerfully, "Then we should definitely try the grilled, marinated wild salmon! It's marinated with a lemon-garlic sauce and comes with a side of broccoli. Healthy and delicious! As for the wine, it should be a noble Riesling Grape, white. I've read that it heightens the flavor of the fish."
"It's kind of sexy."
"What?" Sakura asked as a blush, once again, bloomed upon her cheeks.
"I like it when a girl takes charge."
"Oh, I'm only trying to help!"
"Don't apologize, Sakura. It's a compliment. How did you learn all of this stuff anyways?"
"I've jumped around from career to career most of my life as you know I was once even a taxi driver! But, when I become a part time yoga instructor, on a whim, I knew it was meant to be. I just love the calmness and enlightenment it brings to not only my life, but also others. I was always interested in food as well, so I've taken a lot of classes dealing with nutrition. Diet and exercise equals a healthy life. How did you get into your business? A lawyer. That's pretty impressive. I've even heard that you are next in line; I mean… not that it matters or that I read gossip magazines… because I don't. I mean I do, but I'm not obsessed or anything," Sakura said quickly as she dug herself further and further into a deeper hole.
"It's okay. I know what you mean. For a yoga instructor, you sure are tense. Relax a little," he said as he put her hand in his and grazed his fingers over her knuckles.
And just how was that supposed to help her calm down? She felt his fingers rub sensuously over hers and she had to slow her breathing, "Ha ha. You're right. I am quite tense. I guess because all of this is new to me."
"Yeah, it's hard to get use to. But, as to your question I've always wanted to be a lawyer or so I thought. Lately, I've been having second thoughts. It's a little too late though, isn't it?"
"You are talking to the queen of careers here," Sakura replied, "I say if you aren't in love than move on, but that's just me."
"I wish it was that simple," he answered back as the waitress appeared at their table.
"May I start you off with a wine or appetizer, Mr. Li?"
"Sakura?"
"Um, yes. We'd like your best Riesling, white and a light salad. Vinaigrette on the side, please."
The waitress, who was dressed in the same manner as the receptionist, merely raised her eyebrow and then nodded, "Of course."
"Yes, Madame Li. He is here and with an unusual auburn haired bombshell. I've never seen her before, but I've also heard he even let her order the meal. Yes, you heard right," the head maître d' said into the phone, "I thought you should be notified right away."
"Thank you, Pierre. The tip was well needed. So, my son thinks he can hide his new beau from me? I shall be there soon, Pierre. Don't let them leave."
"Noted, Madame."
(Have you ever noticed that Yelan's last name is Li… I mean what happened to her husband and Syaoran's father? Hm.)
Sipping on the wine, Syaoran then nodded to the waitress and she poured a glass for Sakura. The bottle was frosty, cold, and bubbly. The bottle was wonderfully shaped with a green label and a gold top. When poured into the glass it bubbled and was crisp. The white wine was smooth and smelt like a dream. Sakura took a tiny sip of it and sighed, "Wonderful."
"So, you enjoy wine?"
"I love it. Tomoyo-chan and I have actually gone on a few trips to taste wine. Well, not lately because she's pregnant."
Syaoran smiled, "Yes, Eriol reminds me of the fact everyday. He's smitten."
"It is kawaii. How they met, their wedding… I'm surprised I didn't see you there. I'm sure I would have noticed you…"
"Unfortunately, I was called away on an emergency. Some best man I was. I showed up pretty late, but you're here to change that for me."
"Me?"
"Hai, you. You are not only helping me with stress and my health, Sakura. I need to spend less time at work and more time doing things I love. The things I've missed out on."
"Oh, I'll try my very best, Syaoran."
"You are doing great so far. I haven't eaten out in a while… unless you count take out."
She laughed and said, "Sorry, I don't."
The waitress quietly deposited their salads upon their table. She didn't want to disrupt them, unlike the receptionist. They made a cute couple, the waitress mussed. Who knew she would have the insiders take on Syaoran's new lady? Her friend Laila was going to get a kick out of this!
Sakura took one bite out of the salad and sighed again, "You have got to try this."
The salads were made up of leafy greens, bright red tomatoes, tiny purple beets, slim orange carrots, and topped with roasted, garlic crotons, cheese, and vinaigrette (well, after Sakura put the dressing on the leaves, of course).
She got a strand of the delicate lettuce that was lightly dashed with vinaigrette on her fork and offered it to her partner. He opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him. "Delicious, right?"
Never taking his gaze off of her he said, "Very delicious."
They ate quietly for a few moments before Sakura broke the ice, "So, tell me about your family. You have four sisters, right? That must make for an interesting life."
"You can say that again. More like they try to match make my entire life."
"Ouch, so you've had a lot of girls thrown at you."
"Too many too count and so many that I don't remember most of them."
"Oh, so… you aren't attached to anyone?"
He rose an eyebrow and said, "Not at the moment, you?"
"I just got out of a bad relationship," she said, her face going pale.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
"It's okay. It's in the past, right? And right now I'm with you and we are focusing on your health. Tomorrow bright and early we are going to work your body and mind to the max."
He laughed, "I can just imagine it now. Me, in all my glory, flexing and humming."
"Hey, you laugh now, but once you get to stretching you'll see how powerful yoga can be."
"I know how powerful it could be. I've seen you in your pre-yoga outfit."
As the waitress brought their main course to their table, Sakura burst out in laughter, "Syaoran-kun, you are tease."
He smirked, "But, of course, my dear. You should see my mother's face when she-"
"Yes, Syaoran. Do tell us how my face will look," Yelan commented as she strolled up to the table, dressed in a high-powered, red suit with killer high heels, and golden accessories.
Q and A SectionQ: Killer is right! How dare you end it there?! Is Yelan going to mess with our favorite couple?
A: Probably. She's gotta look out for her son.
Q: So, are you going to update any other fanfics?
A: Maybe, maybe not. My break is almost over. I've written one new one and updated two. I think that is pretty great.
Q: Sure, it is, but we want to know when you are going to update Motherhood.
A: Ahh, about that…
Q: Yes????
A: I'm not sure. I'd really have to think about it. Maybe by the summertime.
Q: Summertime???!!!
A: Hey, I'm being honest here.
Q: We don't want honesty. We want results.
A: Blah, blah, and more blah. I'll get to it. Do you have any other questions?
Q: Hey, I'm supposed to be asking the questions here! Do you want to answer any more questions?
A: Nope, not really!
Q: I'm going to ignore that and ask one more question. So, you enjoy food? You described a lot of it during this chapter.
A: Actually, believe it or not… I'm not a huge fan of food. Lol I'm really picky. I don't eat cow and it's not because I'm religious or vegetarian. It just doesn't taste good to me. (So, yes people I don't eat hamburgers. People always ask me that!) I'm not a huge fan of pork either and the only chick I like is baked… I don't like fried or grilled. I'm pretty much a sucky date. I eat chicken parm everywhere I go. I'm not a fan of trying new things. Lol if you can relate leave a review and state that "I'm a Picky Eater, So Deal With it Beotachs." I needed to add more descriptions in, so I went for the restaurant atmosphere and the food. Things that people miss out on a lot.
Note: This chapter is named Breaking the Ice after Britney Spear's song… yeah, I admit it. I'm a huge fan of Britney. Bring on the comments people. I can take it.