" so... that means no coffee for me? "
KAORI was planning on doing what she does every single day. Until fireworks and a strange blackout brought her onto a place where she would have to play some twisted games to survive.
" i don't know who's in ch...
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TONIGHT WAS THE NIGHT. After almost eight months of temporary shutdown, tonight Kaori would throw a celebratory gathering in her library to officially announce the reopening of her store.
She had moved back into her apartment a month prior and had started working remotely thanks to her website just two months after getting out of the hospital.
And, luckily for her, the customers were more than eager to show their support and make sure she wouldn't have to put herself out of business.
She woke up that morning with excitement bubbling in her chest.
She enjoyed her morning coffee sitting at the edge of her window, watching the sun shining over every tree, listening to the lively sounds of birds chirping —slightly covered by the buzzing of city life. As if nothing had ever happened eight months ago.
But now wasn't a good time for Kaori to indulge in what she wanted to ignore.
She had a party to organize.
Kaori laughed at the thought, I'd be rolling on the floor in laughter ten years back if someone would've told me I'd organize something like that.
Because she wasn't much of a party girl. She had had her fair share of fun back in college —and even during highschool, but she had never really cared for parties. Never a big fan of alcohol or sweaty and overcrowded dance floors, she had attended because her friends would practically beg her, promising great fun and unperishable memories.
All she recalled now were the disgusting liquors mixed together in plastic cups, the unsolicited flirting —that was when Kaori started earning the nickname « crotch breaker » for all the knee punches she threw at perverts, and all the times she was forced to hold her friends' hair up when they would have to throw up.
None of this would happen tonight. Or so she hoped. If anyone wants to throw up, first, shame on them for being a grown adult and not knowing when to stop drinking and, second, they're throwing up on the curb, outside, far far far away from my store.
Her sister, Amai, had convinced their parents —well, their mother, to skip a day of school to help Kaori prepare the place for the event.
When she opened her store, she found Amai on the other side of the street, talking with Haruki and Nana, the owners of the restaurant she loved. They had sent flowers over at the hospital when finding out she was a victim of the accident and they had called her a few times to make sure she was doing okay.
With the help of generous donators, the couple was able to reopen their restaurant a few months ago and they never had has many customers as now, apparently.
And Kaori couldn't be more happy for them.
"Ah! Kaori!" Nana exclaimed when she saw the brunette. "Tonight's the big night, uh!"
