Every time I try to recall my past, all I can see is a blur running past me, as if my life was flashing before my eyes. But I'm not close to dying. I can't die.
I shut my eyes, straining to recall even a detail of how I got myself into the situation in the first place.
"Um, are you okay?"
I look back up at my date, my eyes flying open again. I guess I didn't take in how stunning he is, even with the concerned look on his face. He pushed his hair out of his eyes slightly, smiling slightly as I opened my eyes.
"Yeah, sorry. I'm good." I sit back in my chair. I guess I'll just answer his question honestly. "About the question-"
"Forget about it." He laughs awkwardly. "You shouldn't have to bring that up." He rubs the back of his neck.
"I don't remember catching your name." I slide my hands on the back of my head. My arms are sore just sitting like this, but my arms have always been sore.
"I never threw it." He smiles slightly, taking a drink of water.
I grin. "No use in playing hard to get now. You're already here."
He sets the glass down. "I guess you're right. My name's Kenta."
I sit up again, offering my hand. "Nice to meet you, Kenta. It's Thomas."
Kenta stares at my hand for a moment, clearly noticing the glove on my hand, despite the temperatures. It's not exactly easy to tell when someone's hand isn't warm when you shake it. He reluctantly shakes my hand, with a firm grip. I stretch again when he lets go, attempting to get the soreness out of my arms. It never works.
"Why'd you dye your hair red?" He asks, trying to find a conversation topic, I guess.
"Other way around, pretty boy. I dyed my hair black." I chuckle. I adjust my hat slightly, making sure it stays on my head. "Not sure. I've always liked hair dye, so it felt natural to dye my hair too. Plus, gingers. Am I right?" I grin.
He smiles. "I've always liked gingers. I'm not sure why." He takes another drink of water, closing his eyes for a moment.
I shrug, glancing over at my own water. "You're the only person I've met. Everyone else makes hating ginger jokes for some reason."
He giggles quietly, setting the glass down. "I can't stand those. I'll grab a waiter for us-"
"No need." I cut him off, hoping not to seem too obvious that I don't eat normal food. Well, I can. It just doesn't taste right. Especially not vegetarian food.
He blinks, nodding slightly. "Alright. I think I can wait a little longer..."
I chuckle softly.
I did not just forget that humans need to eat, did I?
Just shrug it off. He probably won't notice anyway.
He takes another drink of water, sitting quietly.
He's probably starving. Just like you are. Why did you cut him off in the first place? Nice going, Thomas.
Kenta smiles slightly, glancing over at me again. "What do you do in your spare time?"
I hum softly, leaning back in my chair. I must have sat up at some point. "I play piano and bass guitar."
Kenta's eyes light up. "Really? My band has been looking for one recently. Well, it's less like a band and more like my friend and I, but we've been looking for another bandmate for a while! I'll see if you can come to our practices-"
