Match Made In the Deep Blue

Chapter 2

I went home that night thinking about that man. The blue-eyed man who had stripped down to his swimsuit and attempted to get into a fish tank. After him and I broke our gaze, I couldn't help myself from looking at his body. He had a nice pair of abs. Mmmmm. Delicious. His hair was black and hung in the middle of his face. He not once showed a smile on his face.

"maybe he doesn't like strangers? Oh! Or maybe he is just really shy?"

I kept thinking these things over and over to myself that night.

It's now been two days since then. I haven't seen the blue-eyed boy since that night.

"Ding"

The front door bell rang.

"Good morning!"

I yelled from that back room.

There was no answer. I went up to the front to see if maybe someone had just knocked on the door or something.

There he was. Standing right in front of the register. We caught gazes again, but this time it seemed more intense. I could feel my face turn bright red, so I turned my face away. When I looked back at him, I swear I saw a little curve in his never-smiling lips.

"H-how can I help you sir?"

I managed to speak.

He put a pack of mackerel ramen in front of me.

"I'll take this."

I tallied up the price.

"Ok and that will be 200 yen."

He gave me the money with a straight face.

He kept staring awkwardly at the money. His gaze never looked up other than to pick up his bag.

"Thank you and have a nice day."

I said while he walked away.

I started to think.

"Why was he staring at the money the whole time? Maybe it was counter fit? I guess I should probably check."

I got the money out of the register and started to look through it. A little slip of blue paper fell out of between two dollar bills. Surprised, I picked up the paper. It had a number on it. It looked to be a phone number.

"Is this that guy's number?"

I thought not knowing what to think.

"What do I do?"