Purple - Yata Misaki Love Story

Part 43

Going on five months without Mikoto, Homra's spine and Izumo, Homra's brain - things were actually going better than I ever would have expected.
Yata was smiling a little more, Anna would talk to me about things - and hell after all this time I had actually never heard her speak a full sentence before.
I smiled lightly to myself, picking up the tray of drinks. I had landed myself a job so that I could keep up with buying groceries for myself and for everyone at the bar. Yata was a little disappointed I wouldn't be here all day with him but we both knew that we needed the extra money.
I sat the drinks down at the table and took their meal orders, walking back to put them all in the computer.
As I looked up, I froze as ice blue eyes met mine. His gaze was all to familiar, filled with strength, his posture seemed fearless. His eyes widened as he recognized me and as he smiled I felt my knees grow week.
His name screamed in my head, and I couldn't look away from his eyes as he held mine, getting closer ever step.
Zhao was the embodiment of the perfect boy. He was 6'2" and had raven black hair that hung over more to the right side of his face with an undercut. He was built, and rocked the blue muscle shirt he was wearing. He held more confidence than he probably should, too, and I wonder how he ever loved me.
"Yuri. It's been a while." He smirked, "You've grown. But, not height wise."
"Shut up." I mumbled blushing.
He took my hand in his and I looked down to the floor, "Do I still take your breath away?" He leaned in and put his mouth right over my ear, "Even after all these years?"