"You are unbelievable," Ino seethed as she stormed through the door to the back room. Sakura had just arrived herself for the early morning shift to prepare the edibles before the cafe was officially open for the day. She looked up from the half made sandwich and sighed. She found it hard to keep up with her sometimes.

"Good morning to you too." She hadn't even had time to make herself a cup of coffee yet. She didn't have the capacity to figure out what she was mad about this time.

"You thought I wouldn't find out." Ino stowed her purse in her cubby incredibly loudly, tied on her apron with great frustration, and proceeded to violently unload the dishwasher. Sakura gulped. She knew what she was mad about. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

"Ino," Sakura started, wrapping the finished product tightly in plastic wrap and placed it in the basket with the others. "I'm sorry, really! I would have told you but..." She paused, trying to find the right words. She really should have made a coffee first.

"But what?" Ino asked, piling plates with little regard for their safety. "You go on a date and I'm not the first person you call? And Ten-Ten knows before me?" She threw cutlery into a basket carelessly, a few forks clattered onto the floor. Ino made a noise of frustration before picking them up. "Ten-Ten, of all people!"

"I thought you liked Ten-Ten."

"Don't change the subject!" Ino hissed, pointing a butter knife at her.

"I am sorry, Ino," Sakura replied and Ino lowered the knife. She continued with the dishes, but with a bit more care now that she had apologized, twice. Ino's emotions ran high a lot of the time but she was also quick to forgive, as long as you apologied profusly. "I just didn't want to make it a big deal. If it didn't work out I didn't want everyone to know about it." Her friend looked at her with understanding. After the whole Sasuke debacle, Sakura tended to play her cards close to her chest.

"Well?" Ino asked after a few moments of silence. "You said 'if' it didn't work out... So is it safe to assume it went well?" Sakura couldn't help the smile that spread over her face. Ino squealed in delight. "Tell me everything!"

"It wasn't a big thing or anything; I don't know if it even qualified as a date," Sakura started, smiling down as she sliced open a new bun. "He called me the day after I gave him my number. We didn't talk for too long but he invited me to watch a swimming compition he was competing in."

"Nice," Ino nodded. "Not a conventional date, but you did get to see him almost naked. I wouldn't mind seeing him in a speedo." She wiggled her eyebrows at Sakura; she flashed a wolfish grin in agreement.

"He ended up winning by a landslide. I've never seen anything like it!" She knew he was an athlete, but now she knew he was an athlete destined for the Olympics. "Anyway, we ended up going out for a celebratory dinner at a swanky little restaurant and then he drove me home."

"And?" Ino asked impatiently when Sakura didn't immediately continue.

"And I had a lovely time," Sakura replied innocently, playing dumb.

"Don't make me come over there!" Ino warned, waving another knife around. "You know what I mean; did you kiss? Did he stay over?"

"Do you think I'm the kind of girl to kiss and tell?" Sakura asked cheekily.

"Well, you'd have to be the kind of girl who kisses in the first place..." she teased. She narrowly dodged the muffin Sakura chucked at her. "Please tell me?" She asked sweetly. "I'll be extra nice."

"He didn't stay over." She would just let her fill in the blank. Ino squealed in excitement.

"That a girl!"


AN: Sooooo... I think I wrote this a million years ago and never posted it? Anyway, here it is: a second chapter to a supposed one-shot. (Also, yes, I'm still alive.)