Bokuaka - The accuracy of destiny - Angst/Fluff

Not a date

It was finally THE DAY. After a long countdown of 4 days, it was finally Christmas eve to which I had been looking forward to celebrating the birth of Jesus. And maybe just a little bit because I would see Bokuto today. The night before, I had finally gathered enough courage to text the number, that Mia had given me, ONLY TO FIND OUT AT WHAT TIME I SHOULD MEET HIM. It was a short, polite message saying: "Hello Bokuto-san. This is Akaashi Keiji, the artist that was hired to paint for you and that you met a few weeks ago. My assistant had given me this number and told me to meet you at Christmas Eve. Could you please tell me, at what time I should be there? Thank you.". And it definitely DIDN'T take me 34 drafts and 1,5 hours of writing and gathering courage, before I ended sending the 35th draft on accident. I ended up feeling extra pathetic, after I jumped onto the couch to grab my phone, once I heard a pling from an incoming message merely two seconds after I had send the message and tried to flee from the phone, only to unlocking the screen to see the following message from Bokuto-san: "Meet me at 4 pm.".

It was shameful to admit how I was standing in front of Bokuto's mansions now half an hour early, in black dress pants and a silver metallic silk shirt with white sneakers. My most expensive watch around my wrist, a sliver necklace accenting the V-neck of my shirt, even a little eyeliner and mascara on my eyes, my nails freshly manicured in a neat and natural look and my whole body lotioned so I would smell like the vanilla scented cream. Just because this one guy had sent me 5 words in a short message. I had even cleaned and washed my car, so that my black Honda Civic would gleam in the sun.

Just like last time the door suddenly opened, and I was greeted with the view of the expensive entry hall and the stoic face of the butler, greeting me with a plain "Welcome", who's name I still didn't know, although Bokuto had mentioned it last time. But unfortunately, my mind had been a little occupied with the other powerful presence in the room, to even think about trying to remember the butler's name. Which is exceptionally shameful, since I always found it important, to know the staffs name, working preferences and some personal information, to make them feel comfortable and respected at work, no matter what their occupation was. I had even once cancelled a deal, when I met the buyer and saw him being rude and a little to touchy with his maid. I wouldn't want people like him, posses or even look at my precious soul pieces.

I was still flashed by the sheer demonstration of money when I stepped into the mansion. My eyes were traveling around just like last time, while I opened the zipper of my coat and felt him being pulled of by the gentle hands of the butler as I handed him my scarf and gloves as well. Although it was the end of December and freezing outside, I didn't wear a cap, not because it would destroy my carefully arranged curls, but... just because. My hands felt empty, as I was fiddling with my fingers out of a habit. Wait. My hands are empty? "I am sorry, but could you wait a moment? I forgot something in my car.", I hastily told the butler and ran of to my car, not waiting for a response, although I could hear him answer: "Of course.".

I opened the door to the passenger seat and pulled out the bag I had placed there. It had taken me hours to find a decent present for Bokuto, because I figured I should get him something out of politeness. It's Christmas after all. I ran back to the mansion, glad to get out of the cold December air. The butler still stood in the entrance hall, on the same place, seemingly unmoved, although my coat, scarf and gloves where gone. I stopped a few meters in front of him and he nodded his head, pointing with his arm in the direction of the door at the end of the hall as an invitation and said: "Please, follow me. The master is waiting for you.". I started walking and the butler led the way, while I tried to calm down my rapid breathing from the little sprint. I didn't really want him to notice, how unathletic I am. I decided that I need to do more sports, when I am already this out of breath after a sprint of just a few meters.