Tomorrow, A Day In Which Will Not Come -MatsuHana-

Today is Tomorrow

Yesterday was crap, but maybe today will be better.

"Takahiro? Honey?"

"Oh, your awake!"

"Well, I hope it's not to much to ask, but I need you to go run some errands. Thank you sooo much."

"What do you need from the store?"

"I left a list in the key bowl."

I turn on my car and there's a weird song playing. I think it's called Poppusutāraifu, some song that got popular and annoying.

I decide to pick up coffee on my way to the grocery store, needing a dose of energy.

I park in the Starbucks driveway and turn off my car. The shop looks like it usually does, not too crowded but not super empty, although the moment I walk in I get an uneasy feeling. I try and ignore it, getting in line with everyone else and waiting my turn.

I see a male with black wavy hair sitting in one of the seats. He gives off a weird vibe to me. I feel like I know him. I swear I've seen him before.

"Hello, what can I get you today?"

I stall, looking at the menu for a moment.

"Uh, can I get a medium hot coffee, room for cream?"

The lady at the desk types some things into the computer.

"Okay, and will that be all for you today?"

It takes me a moment to render what she said.

"Yeah."

She types one last thing and then grabs a cup. Her movements are with haste and quite impressive, you can tell she's good at her job.

"Can I get a name for the order?"

"Hanamaki."

She smiles and writes something down on the cup.

"Alright, thank you."

"Thank you, have a nice day."

I walk over to the waiting area and pull out my phone, though I'm not really paying attention to what's on it. I still feel uneasy. Something doesn't feel right, but I'm not sure what. Probably a minute passes until my name is called.

"Medium coffee, room for cream for Hanamaki?"

I look up and approach the guy holding my cup.

"Here you go-"

"Shit!"

Before I know it, the cup slips out of my hands and into someone else's. It was a close call, the coffee probably would have spilled all over me if this person hadn't caught it.

I look down at the hands holding my drink. They're large, much larger than mine, and very boney. There weren't just any hands, these were a man's hands.

I quickly look up to see who this possibly very hot male savior of mine is, but upon the sight of him, my stomach starts to turn and my face drops.

"You should pay better attention of that kind of stuff."

His voice is deep and shallow, something I'd usually swoon over. It's the guy I saw sitting down when I came into the store. He has black, wavy long-ish hair and thick eyebrows. His eyes look lazy and he has a sort of stoic expression. He's taller than me, as well, and seems pretty built.

This is someone I'd usually be head-over-heals for, but for some reason, right now, he's making me feel odd.

"Um, thanks."