Hello one and all. And I'd like to say that emily92096 stole my story. The very first chapter of this story, Table for Two?, and I'm PISSED. I hope she gets a look at this, because that hag bitch from hell is NOT going to be stealing anything else. And I swear, if she takes this chapter, or makes her own, I'll FLIP OUT. THIS IS MY STORY. DON'T BE STEALING MY SHIT. Got it? Now, if you're reading this Emily, you better fucking delete "your" story, Table for Two. Because it's illegal to steal copy-righted work and name it your own. There's none of that story that "you" wrote that belongs to YOU. That's all my words. You better fucking delete it before I go all ninja-bitch on your fucking ass.
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Kimiko walked side by side with the familiar stranger. Within' a couple hours meet, they were already on a date. She glanced to her left, up at him. He was sweet, and fun to talk to. Out of spite, she entwined her hand in his. Blushing, and looking down at her feet, Raimundo glanced over to her and smiled.
"Here's your table," the waitress presented. "Would either of you like coffee?" She offered.
"No, thank you." Kimiko smiled as she took her seat across from Raimundo.
"I'd like some, medium, with two sugars. Please." Raimundo said to the waitress.
"A medium with two sugars. Coming up." She smirked at him, winked, and walked off.
Kimiko nibbled her lip, trying not to glare at the flirting waitress. But she noticed that Raimundo wasn't paying any real mind to the waitress. He was looking at her with a goofy smile on his face.
"You have really pretty eyes." He said.
She moved her hair out of her face. "Thanks, you do too. They're like emeralds..." Kimiko blushed hard.
Raimundo smiled more and laughed a little. "Yours are like sapphire."
"So, what? We're just going to sit here, telling each other that the other's eyes look like a jewel?" Kimiko joked.
"Oh yeah, put some red contacts in, then you can be ruby." He laughed and she giggled.
"I'll make sure to put some in one day."
"You better."
"Medium with two sugars." The waitress interrupted. "Fresh out of the pot."
Raimundo lazily flashed her a smile and took his coffee. "Thanks."
The waitress paused, staring at him a moment too long, then turned on her heels and strutted away. It's hard to flirt when emerald and sapphire are locked and pay no mind to your presence.
"So, Kimiko, I never caught your age." Raimundo stated.
"Ah, I never caught yours either. I guess we need to learn how to fish." Kimiko smiled.
"Hey, I resent that. I used to fish with my father." Raimundo declared.
Kimiko laughed. "How'd that turn out for you?"
"I caught some fish…" Raimundo paused. "Most of them got away though." He chuckled to himself.
"Well, I'm eighteen. You?"
"I'm nineteen."
"You old coot." Kimiko laughed.
"Oh yes, within the next month my hip is going to give out and I'm going to be like Dr. Gregory House." Raimundo said sarcastically.
"Love that show." Kimiko said.
"Who doesn't? That guy's hilarious."
"Exactly," Kimiko twirled around a ring on her right finger. "But he's an amazing diagnostician."
"Mmm…" Raimundo agreed as he sipped his coffee. "Do you live with your family?"
"I live with my sister. She's pretty cool. She's going to Yale in the Fall." Kimiko smiled. "I'm so proud of her."
"Wow, Yale. That's great." Raimundo said. "And expensive." He chuckled.
"Yeah, it is, but she got a scholarship." Kimiko reasoned. "Just proof that when you work hard you get rewards, right? I mean, it's her dream school too."
"Must be a smart kid." Raimundo replied.
"Eh, she doesn't seem like it, but she is." She paused. "You'd like her. She's fun."
"She must be like you then." He chuckled.
"Well we're sisters, but we're best friends too."
"You two ready to order?" The waitress butt-in, again.
"I'll have the lunch special." Raimundo said.
"Me too." Kimiko added as they handed their menus to the waitress. "Thanks."
"No problem."
Raimundo and Kimiko chatted about random things. Their family's, likes and dislikes, where're they're from, places they'd love to go, and more. They barely realized that they were eating their food. Too soon the check was on the table and they left the cash and walked out.
The snow had build up to their calves, and it must have dropped at least five degrees. Kimiko shivered and held herself, trying to get warm. Raimundo hugged her.
"Want a ride home?" he offered.
"Please?" She said through chattering teeth.
He smiled and lead her to his car. They drove carefully down the icy streets as Kimiko directed Raimundo to her apartment.
"Right there." She said as she pointed to a really nice apartment building.
"Nice." He said as he pulled up.
"Thanks for the ride." Kimiko said as she gave him a hug. "It was nice meeting you."
"Wait," Raimundo said as she opened the car door. "Can we do this again sometime?"
Kimiko smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that. You can come here anytime." She shivered. "Room 833. It's on the eighth floor."
"I'll make sure to." He smirked and she stepped out of the car into the snowy day. "Oh and Kimiko?"
"Yeah?" she bent down into the car.
"You're the most amazing girl I've ever met." He smiled.
She blushed, and smiled. "Well you're the most amazing guy I've ever met." She said goodbye, closed the door, and giddily walked into the warm air of the apartment building.
And all she wanted to do was stand, freezing cold, in line with him again.
Ah, sorry, it was rushed.