Rima sat uncomfortably in the leather seat of the expensive restaurant. She makes a few glances at the other people around. Well dressed people. How predictable.
"Wasn't that a nice play?" Kiichirou ate his salad.
"Oh, yeah it was." She didn't touch a leaf on her salad.
"Did you want a soup? I'll order it."
"No its okay. I just..." She didn't finish her sentence and continued to look down at the ground.
"I see." Kiichirou finished his plate. After each bite he smiled. His plan was working.
"Are you sad because you didn't get a chance to meet the performers?" He broke the silent Rima.
"Me? Oh." He waited patiently for an answer. "No."
Amu stood up loud and hard. It was only thirty minutes of being seated and she was fed up. She grabbed Rima's wrist and pulled her up. "We're going." The pink haired woman walked her friend out of the restaurant and into a taxi.
"Spinkle's Performing Theater." Amu paid money and looked at Rima in the eye.
"Don't think I am not mad at you. Why the hell did you say that! You do care. Tell that fake that he can never replace him!"
"Amu." At first she was shocked, but her lips curved into a smile. "Arigato."
Amu smiled back. "Now go find your man. He's probably waiting like always. I saw him staring at you."
"Really?"
"I don't lie. Once you have a belief in Rimahiko, forever faithful." They both laughed.
The car stopped and the two ladies stepped out onto the concrete. "Let's go." Amu whispered. They entered the chandelier lit theater again. Some performers were stretching and relaxing on stage.
"Hey!" Screamed Amu.
They all looked at her with confused faces. "Do you know where we could find our friend Nagi?"
"Oh he just left, sorry." Said the Goddess of bad luck.
"Any idea where he went?"
"Probably the coffee shop. He loves coffee."
"Thank you! And... Uh... you guys did amazing!"
They waved their goodbyes and stopped in realization. Which Coffee shop. Damn it. They started down the block because they didn't want to return to the awkward dinner. They needed a snack anyways, so even if it was the wrong Coffee shop they would have to buy a cup.
The two girls in fancy clothing covered up in long dark coats, ordered simple coffees. It wasn't that bad for a cup of coffee in a foreign country. It was late, by now it was around 9:30. They sighed and checked every person's face for a resemblance. No one yet.
"Who you looking for dears?" His accent was quite loud, but his moustache was friendly so they told him about their friend.
"Ehhrrr, purple hair you say?"
"Yes."
"Is he a tall figure? Pale skin?"
"Yeah!" Rima's eyes glowed.
"He comes by often, funny that you know him."
"Is he here?!" She was tipping past the chair.
"He hasn't come by yet."
"What?"
"I am just as stunned as you are. He is our frequent visitor. Always drinking dark roast coffees."
"Wait, sorry, could you repeat that?"
"He always drink his dark roast coffees."
~Flashback~
"Our Coffee Boy always drinks his dark roast coffee. No sugar, cream or anything. Hardcore dark, only rarely does he have a sweet next."
~End of Flashback~
"Hardcore dark?" She asked.
"Yes... You could say."
"Rarely with a side of sweets?"
"Yeah. Sometimes with a side of bread or something." Rima thought about it. There could be many guys like what that man once said. Many bots could like dark coffees and no snack.
"Oh, well... If you see him ple-
The bell of the shop rang. "Aye!" The moustache spoke. His long purple hair and amber eyes caught glimpse of a girl sitting in his seat.
"Na..gi."
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