Forbidden Things || Cobra Kai

43 Sadness and Frustration

The little café was quaint and easygoing. It was mildly busy and the voices of the other patrons were low, keeping their conversations to themselves. The room smelled sweet and savory at once, giving a sensory peek into what one could expect to find on the menu while welcoming them with a warmth that only a homey place like that could give. By all means, it was a calm place that brought about a nice, peaceful aura.

Despite all of that, Hawk's leg still bounced under the table. His shoulders were a little tense as his arms rested on the table, the sandwich he'd ordered cast aside in favor of nestling his tall glass of lemonade between his hands. He stared down into the icy drink, anxious about what he was going to say to the girl sitting across from him.

Penelope was smiling, but he knew that small smile wouldn't stay for long. Not when they talked about what happened.

He'd had all the confidence in the world when he'd texted her so that they could talk about it. He'd known he wanted to meet up with her somewhere instead of telling her over text, that was just how it had to be because it felt right. However, he was gutted when she'd said she had heard about it already, though it was really no surprise. She'd still agreed to meet with him and even suggested the place, which made him a little happy - it meant she didn't totally hate him - but he was still nervous as all Hell.

She looked cute today; wearing a purple, fishnet blouse under a black and lacy tank top, black denim shorts with a pink chain adornment, and a pair of white knee high socks to go with her black mary janes. Her hair was pulled back into a half up, half down hairdo; two pigtails used to keep her hair out of her eyes while the rest flowed down her back freely. Her dark roots were growing out, which was a stark contrast to the bright and bubbly pink her hair was dyed, but it still looked good.

She was utterly beautiful, as alway, but today she was so cute.

As he watched her dip a piece of grilled cheese sandwich into her soup, he couldn't help but think; what if he didn't say a thing about the fight? If she already knew about it and she was still happy, talking about it wouldn't change anything, right?

It was a complex conflict, a war happening in his mind as he tried to think about how a conversation like that might end. Every scenario wasn't looking good for him, which he understood why. He'd had enough time to think about it.

The days she had taken for herself had given him the time to reflect on what had happened and why he wanted to talk to her about it so badly. He'd gotten the chance to figure out exactly what he wanted to tell her, but that had to shift a bit when he learned that she had found out. He'd honestly expected it, especially since it had been his dojo against hers - she was bound to find out. However, despite knowing what he wanted to say to her, he was still nervous.

He was so on edge, he couldn't even eat.

Hawk usually didn't mind the silence between him and Penelope. It was common when she was doing a task or action that required her hands, meaning they couldn't talk until she was done, or when he was driving and couldn't read her sign, so they waited until they got to their destination. It was how she preferred to do it because any other way broke the flow of the conversation, which wasn't ideal. He had to agree.

However, he was getting antsy waiting. He was hopping between going over what he would say to her and how it would end. However, while he thought about all the what-if's of not telling her, he didn't get cold feet. He wasn't going to back out of telling her his side of the story. That wasn't an option.

He didn't notice the concerned way she was looking at him until she softly snapped her fingers to get his attention. Are you okay? You haven't touched your food.