New York Café
13 Jan 2008
10 AM
"Did u know a yawn is silent scream for coffee.. ^-^" I said as I smiled over he's shoulder.
Thats him ,tall, sharp but dead eyes, and emotionless lips even coffee failed to make him feel alive.
"U must be Rosie?" he asked as he stirred the coffee. I nodded "yes! that would be me"
without wasting a second he ruffled through he's suitcase and pulled out papers,papers with strange instructions.I didn't see what was on the paper, I was too distracted by the scar on he's Hand.
"My name is Hidae Hayato, And..I need your help" he said handing me the papers 'wifely duty' it said. At first I thought he was into strange role play but there was more to it than I assumed.
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