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Hitoshi's POV 

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Today was a good day for a treat.     

  I got on my motorcycle with its neon purple ascents and drove to The Fallen Café just around the block.         

Skipping traffic while also probably breaking the law, I parked outside the Café.          

I got off of my motorcycle, entered the Café for a Don Pedro.          

 It's my treat.             

 And a real blessing from the Caffeine Angels from the Heavens themselves.     

    I checked my watch, swiped down until I got to the 'Sleep' icon, tapped on it and there it was: another bloody reason I felt like shit.     

    Last night I managed to miraculously get fifty-five minutes of sleep in, it's definitely better than any other sleepless nights and early mornings.             

 Scooping some of my treat, savoring each bit, I continued on waiting.  

  'Huh. She should be here by now...'      

 She was never late, even if her hair looked like shit or she  hasn't even brushed her teeth. 'Something's up. Should I call her or wait before going?' 

         While I waited for her late arrival, I put in my earbuds and ate slash drank the last bit of the Don Pedro. Opening Spotify, I went to the playlist titled: 'Cat-related-Shit and Shit.'     

The first song was 'Love Cats', it's a good song, an 'Oldie but Goldie' as some would say.  

    It could be my cat addiction who was speaking or just my music taste.      

     Getting up from my seat to put the ramekin away, a breeze blew a stray strand of my hair into my eye, which caused me to almost drop the glassware.      

'Bad omen I guess...'    

I couldn't help but think that the bad omen was also because she hasn't shown up yet, fifteen minutes later and here I am still waiting for their arrival.  

  I ordered a muffin for me, but decided it was going to be L/n's muffin if she showed up at all.          

The waitress thanked me when I handed her my empty ramekin and she nodded in acknowledgment.     

    The Café's 'Customer Bell' ringed, indicating a new customer in need of coffee, tea, cakes or savory tarts.         

  Looking over my shoulder, I gave her a smile while shaking my head.  

  "Late Ass." I paid for my Don Pedro and gave the waitress a tip before joining her side while she ordered a Chocolate-filled Croissant.  

 The waiter gave her the Croissant and paid as well, giving a very good tip to the waitress.    She joined me as we began to walk further into the street, away from the Café.  

   When she finished her Croissant,  she huffed.   

"Oh fuck off Bedhead. First time I've been late and now you're already using it against me, rude much." She glared at me and stole the muffin out of my hand.     

I lifted an eyebrow at her and my now empty hand.        

  Now satisfied with her 'revenge', I dared not to tell her I bought that for her and not for me... so basically she didn't steal shit... I am not complaining, it means no 'real revenge' for me at least.