In The Palm Of My Hands

An Escort

It seems like an eternity…

And Miami held everything that created me. I've been raised there, found my best friend there, my first job there, found my mother there, fell in love there…

Got my heart broken there…

A year. I have left America for a year. In which time I have learned Japanese, -and that was very poorly in the beginning- German, a bit French and a lot of Spanish. Very much thanks to Miguelina.

I grew up, knowing my entire clan and they were very nice people. I saw the family of my father, and my mother was right, my aunt, so my father's sister, does have pink hair. And my grandmother, and apparently also my great-grandmother.

Although, that information is irrelevant for you guys, I'm sure. You are wondered what happened to you-know-who. Well, to be frank, I hadn't thought much about him. Too busy with running, like, a real life.

But, he-who-shall-not-be-named, is happy where he is and who he is with. Our ways separated, our lives continued, we all moved on. I haven't heard from him since the day I flew out of Miami. Nothing of us connected anymore, and neither of us expected -or wanted- to see each other again.

Or so we thought.

But as always, destiny, faith, karma, universe, you name it, wanted it otherwise.

- One year later -

The sun pierced her pale skin, she forgot how it could burn up here. Sure, the sun in Switzerland and Italy wasn't making a joke, but this one, the old one where she grew up in, cooked her alive.

Growing disaccustomed because of her staying too long at her place down below where that burning rock in the universe didn't made her feel like baking eggs on a hot plate, she narrowed her eyes. Even if they were way hidden behind black Armani glasses, and her hair hidden in a very chic hood. Her little button nose crunched, at disgust of feeling already starting to perspire in this stifling closed place.

She hoisted the small Louis Vuitton bag back around her right shoulder. She blamed the weather for letting it slip from her skin.

"Damn, I forgot how hot that sun can make this place be." She scoffed, her glossed lips already going down into a scowl.

"Ah, don't you overreact, Sakura." Tenten replied with a small smile. The same kind of glasses on her nose. "You barely got out of your jet and you're already standing in an air-conditioned building. And about to enter an already cooled limo."

"That doesn't mean I can feel the damp of this city, and it's anno-"

"Ai, niña, stop being such a spoiled bret. Yuu've been living here yuur whole life, and up until last year, you had no complains about it." Miguelina stated, smiling all the while, but with a slightly serious tone.

Sakura shifted her gaze to the two women, but none of them could see in each others' eyes as they all were wearing sunglasses.

Although, by the look of Sakura's downward turn of lips, they kind of knew that she was glaring.

"Why do you two always go against me?" She asked, used to it, for she is living with them for a year, but still not liking that fact.

"Um… that's in my nature." Miguelina flipped her hair, which she dyed back into black and created a grin.

Sakura wasn't surprised there.

"I'm your friend and your personal assistant. As friend I need to be honest with you. As P.A I need to be honest too, only for that particular job I will get paid for it." Tenten answered, sharing a toothily smile like Miguelina's.