Second Thoughts (Sequel to To My Dearest)

Can't Wait 'Till Tomorrow

"Hey, Beatrice." Sakura greets as she exits her room to the living room, where the brunette was sipping tea, reading.

"Hey, you hungry?" She greets with the question, "There's cereal in the cupboards or pancakes I have over there on the table."

"I..." For a moment, Sakura looks up to her room, where her pills were. "You know what? I'm good, I'm going to a cafe anyway. I'll be back later." she grabs her light cardigan and was about to leave, before turning back. "Um, I don't have your number or any keys...?" she laughs sheepishly.

The brunette grins, grabbing a set of keys on the coffee table in front of her, along with a slip of paper. "Had a feeling. My number's on the paper, and that's an extra pair of keys. But anyway, I won't be here today, I have work at Luke's clinic so be careful outside. Make sure you hide your face 'cause I heard the Interpol agents are looking for you everywhere now, meaning here, too, since Tres Spades been built up."

"Oh, thanks..." "Not only that, the boys from what I heard from Greene, have been looking for you in the streets so be careful." "Thanks. I'll see you tonight."

"Maybe, I might have a late night shift with Luke so don't wait up." She replies, finishing her drink before standing. "You sure you'll be fine without breakfast?"

"I'll get some at that bakery down a few blocks. Thanks, though." "Got it, see you later."

~*****~

After changing her clothes because of Beatrice's words, Sakura walked out the condo. Hoodie up and a thin black scarf around her, covering her mouth and nose, she treads through the streets, keeping her head down.

She looks up for a brief moment to see a cafe with a rather strange name: The Busy Bean.

She sighs, hungry and with no other choice, enters. She wraps her hands around the pills in her pocket before letting her hands out, making sure her pills wouldn't fall out. She walks to the front counter where a rather good looking brunette stood.

"Hi! Welcome to Busy Bean, what would you like?" He smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth as he grinned. 

Sakura pulled down her scarf slightly, smiling slightly at the boy. "I'll just get a mocha with a pump of vanilla extract." "Not eating anything?" the boy chuckled as he gestured to the cups, motioning for her to pick a size.

"Just a medium, and no, I'm good." she chuckled, pulling out her wallet. "Don't really feel like eating anything."

"Haha, alright," the man smiles, finishing Sakura's drink before handing it to her and much to her surprise, a white chocolate chip cookie. "Here you go."

"Huh? I didn't get the cookie, I-" "It's cool, you need to eat something. I'll pay for it." "No! It's fine, I-" "Just take it okay? But I don't think I caught your name."

"Sakura. Sakura Sumiko." "Whoa, you Japanese?" the man's eyes sparkled. "Um, yeah, how did you know?"

"My sister in law's Japanese. I know how to speak it a little." he smiled bashfully, scratching his head. "Anyway... I know this is kind of weird but my shift's over in 5... If you're catching a table, mind if I join you?" he smiles.

"Haha, sure... But I didn't get your name, either." "Kioshi, and I now it's Japanese. My father loved Japanese culture." "Cool. I'll see you at that table in a bit, yeah?"

"'Course."

~*****~

"Oh? You sounded like quite the rebel." Sakura giggled, sipping her drink again. "Yeah, my parents had no idea what to do with me." Kioshi laughs, shaking his head. The young man was back in casual clothes, dressed stylishly in a blue shirt, a light grey sweater over it with dog tags around his neck. In light wash jeans, he had combed his hair up.