𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 {𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Chapter 38

I slowly opened my eyes.

Ow...

I sat up.

I fell asleep on the floor while crying..

I placed my right hand down for support as I tried to get up.

"AHH!" I cried in pain. I looked at my right hand. It was the exact same one I had used to punch the wall.

I broke it...

Just great.

I used my left hand for support and stood up.

~Time Skip~
After having to use my left hand to get dressed, clean my gross makeup, and leaving my apartment, I walked inside the Agency.

"U-um.. Akiko?" I walked inside the infirmary.

She looked at me, "Good morning, Y/n! What do you need."

"Broke my hand last night... I was wondering if-"

"Great! I've been waiting for this moment." Yosano got up, "I've never tried my tools on you."

"O-oh.. uh. No, I was going to ask for some bandages-"

She grabbed my left arm.

My eyes widened, "A-akiko! Wait a minute!"

~Time Skip~
I walked out of the infirmary.

That was terrifying..

"Feel free to stop by anytime, Y/n!" Yosano called out.

At least my hand is fixed.

I looked down at my right hand.

I then thought about last night.

I tried to fight back my tears wanting to make my eyes water.

I sighed and walked to the cafe.

Maybe coffee will make me feel better..

~Time Skip~
I walked inside the cafe and sat down at a chair.

"How can I help you?" A waitress smiled at me.

"Oh. I'll take a coffee."

"Decaf?"

"No.. I could use the caffeine."

"Of course!" She smiled and walked away.

I stared at the table.

I heard the door open.

The woman set the coffee down in front of me.

"Thank you." I smiled.

I noticed someone sit a couple seats away from me.

I drank my coffee.

Once I finished, the waitress walked over to me.

"Oh, right." I said and then realized something.

Oh shit. My wallet's in my purse and I left my purse in the infirmary.

"O-oh. I left my wallet on the 4th floor!" I explained and smiled, "Could you excuse me and I could-"

"I'll pay." Someone said from behind me while walking over to us.

I turned around to look at them.

A man. He had black hair and dark blue eyes. I noticed what he was wearing.

The man gave the woman some yen. "Keep the change." He smiled.

"Thank you!" The waitress walked away.

I looked at the man. "Thank you so much! You didn't need to do that. I'll pay you back."

"Oh, no worries." The man smiled at me. "I noticed you didn't have your wallet with you and decided to help out."

"Thank you." I told him.

"Ezra Hinode." He extended his hand out to me.

"Y/n L/n." I shook his hand.

"I haven't seen you around before." He told me.

"Oh, I haven't seen you either."

"Mind if I sit beside you?"

"Oh, I don't mind."

He sat in the chair beside me. "How long have you been in Yokohama, L/n?"

"Oh, about a year. And you?"

"All my life. I find it odd that I haven't seen you around until now."

"Same. I-I mean 'same' that I find it weird that I haven't seen you, I didn't mean that I've lived here all my life. O-oh, and I haven't lived here all my life. I've only lived here for a year... Like I said before."

He chuckled. "You got confused with your words, huh?"

"Yeah. I do that a lot. Usually I say something and then I just make it confusing."

"Well, that's not a bad thing, everyone's mind works in different ways."

"Yeah. I guess.."

"You seem hesitant. Does that mean I'm wrong?" He suddenly glared at me.

"W-what?"

He then laughed, "I'm only joking!"

"O-oh!" I felt relieved.

"You're really not bad, L/n. Usually everyone I meet in public places are talking about themselves. This isn't really that bad."

"Oh. Thank you.."

"So, you said you've only been in Yokohama for a year, where did you live before?"

"In America."

"You're an American?"

"Yes."

"That's interesting! What part?"

"Texas."

"A Texan? You might just be the 3rd Texan I've met in my life!"

"Huh? Really?"

"Yeah. Most of the Americans I meet on business are from New York, or Chicago in Illinois, or from Maine. A lot of others too, but rarely from Texas."

"Wow. So wait.. on business? What exactly do you do?"

"Oh? I own a business that sells all sorts of weapons."

"Weapons? Really? What kind?"

"Knives, guns, grenades, you name it."

"Do you sell ammunition as well?"

"You bet."

"That's really cool! How many designs do y'all have for the knives?"

"More than 7,000. It's a pretty huge company."

"Wow!"

He chuckled. His phone rang and he looked at it. "Oh, sorry, L/n. I'm afraid I best be going. I enjoyed meeting you."

"Great to meet you as well."

He smiled and began walking away.

Huh... He's nice.