7. Things Left Unsaid
Sailor Raspberry
308 Words
He stared down at his cup of black coffee, the frown he wore creasing his forehead. The clinks and clanks of the arcade surrounding him barely registered within his mind; his thoughts were too preoccupied.
But who those said thoughts were of really got him thinking beyond the nth degree.
His fingers began to twitch amusedly against the ceramic mug, his head bobbing to the side slightly to listen to the music that began to play from the old jukebox in the far corner of the room. He smirked; The Macarena.
The creaking noise of someone sliding into the chair next to him shook him of his stupor. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a petite girl and a whole lot of blonde hair.
She focused her line of vision on the speckled countertop, a small pinkish tint on her cheeks. Coughing slightly, she turned to face him. "This is your favorite song."
He arched an eyebrow, fighting away the smile that wanted to crawl about his lips.
"It is, isn't it?"
Mamoru sipped his coffee before allowing it to clatter back to the surface of the counter. Clearing his throat slightly, he turned to face Usagi. "Who told-." He was cut off by a small giggle.
"Wanna dance?"
He allowed himself to be dragged from his chair and to center of the arcade, an amused gleam in his eyes as Usagi demonstrated the proper steps.
All the while, Mamoru continued to think, the small smile never ceasing its existence.
Who told her this was one of his favorite songs?
He didn't know.
Why she asked him to dance?
He didn't know.
What had possessed him to actually shimmy his hips along with her as the song progressed?
He didn't know.
But, it didn't matter. Things that that were probably better left unsaid anyway.