Drabble 6: Dinner
For some unknown reason, Tsunade-sama has taken fancy on sending her to distant missions - which is the precise cause why she is to be found shivering in the middle of the streets of Konoha at two in the morning; her clothes still damp from the snowstorm in Hidden Mist. Teeth chattering, she decided on a hot bowl of soup before finally crawling into her apartment to end the day; thus she hugged herself more tightly against the cold morning and wandered idly in search for a convenience food stall. She nearly jumped in alarm when, out of nowhere, her ex-teammate suddenly materialized.
"Why, in such an ungodly hour -"
"Village patrol, Tenten."
A half second in silent contemplation.
"Oh, I forgot."
His pale eyes momentarily surveyed her appearance, from the disheveled hair to the soaked mission attire.
"Ichiraku Ramen is still open."
She smiled at the concealed invitation, touched by the unasked concern that he shows; the few years of leading separate career paths not enough to overwhelm the foundations of their friendship.
A steamy bowl of noodles and broth shared with a person she knows more than compensates for the frosty missions in cold lands done alone.