28. Same Old Song and Dance
Sailor Raspberry
261 Words
"Please?"
"No."
"Would it change your mind if-."
"No."
"But what if I-."
"Motoki," Mamoru heaved a sigh of frustration and settled his elbows on the counter. "No matter what you say, no matter what kind of deal your brain can come up with, the answer is always going to be the same."
"So... Is that a yes?"
"Alright, this is getting old."
Motoki fell across the countertop dramatically. "Come on, Mamoru. She's sitting right. Over. There. It's like she's practically waiting for you to come talk to her."
Mamoru shifted uncomfortably. "I don't think so."
His nose crinkled. "Fine. Be that way. But one day, you're going to regret not taking my advice."
Mamoru snorted. "Whatever, Motoki." He turned back to his sitting cup of coffee, watching his reflection ripple across the surface.
Motoki stood back up, eyeing first Mamoru, and then the girl who sat no more than ten feet away. Her eyes travelled up slowly, and when she saw him looking, she dropped her gaze back down, cheeks pink.
He ran a hand through his sandy hair. They could go through the same steps, he thought with a poignant shake of the head, they could go through the same harmonies, and they would never even notice that they were off key. They wouldn't, couldn't notice that their bumbling footsteps, one on top of the other, was the only thing drawing them together, day in and day out.
It seemed that they would always dance to their own song, no matter who tried to show them the right moves.