His Spring Symphony

Chapter Forty Seven: Hi. Hello.

[A/N] Happy new year! and I'm already dyingggg

ENJOY!

HARU

4 Years Later

Haru almost slipped on the sidewalk while talking to the phone. The boots that she bought from a thrift shopping day with Wanda certainly promised her that.

"You only need to explain to me the taste of the food and the whole aesthetic of the shop." The author, Blue said. Haru was in a hurry to the restaurant that she needed to scout to help the author she was on the phone with. It was lunch time and she heard the restaurant was a full house during this hour.

"I can take pictures for the aesthetic and I'm not a food critic so don't expect much." Haru reminded her while successfully avoided a grumpy New Yorker who accidentally spilled his coffee on the sidewalk.

"Ma'am, please." Blue joked. The kid has so many requests! But Haru obliged, she was nervous for her debut book and she lived in Seattle, she would do the best as she could to help her.

When Blue has asked her to go to the restaurant, Haru was kind of baffled. "Aren't there a lot of good restaurants in Seattle?"

"Yes, but the good good ones are in Brooklyn!" Blue said. "And I need you to go to this restaurant because it's the best restaurant for Russian cuisine!"

Haru has eaten a good amount of Russian food and most of the time it was home cooked. No one could know that. Blue has given her enough info about it. Such that the restaurant opened a few years ago and serves Russian-based cuisine- ever since it opened the business was booming.

The shop was located near the Bay Area of Brooklyn, on the 9th street. She forgot how bad the traffic was that she had to park somewhere quite far and had to walk there. Haru didn't know how booming until she arrived. She gasped quietly, saw the long lines of queuing.

The restaurant was Tiffany Blue in color and only one story high, the upstairs was probably a studio house, which the stairs were on the alleyways between the tall Hallmark building beside it. The placed was strategic, Haru noted, which was one of the reasons why the business was good. And Brooklyn was a great place to have a Russian themed restaurant since a lot of Russian immigrants lives here.

For a split second, Haru missed him. She was initially reluctant to help Blue because of this type of feeling coming to her. She kept pushing to embrace it and embracing she did. Fitfully, the shadow of him lingered around him. If has been four years! The last thing she noted of him was the stupid divorced papers and after that, none.

The queue was long but Haru was used to waiting. She was listening to music when she finally in front of the line. A call from the waiter shook her. "Table for?"

"One." Haru said and the waiter led her in. She often got side-eyes from people because she was alone, especially when she ate alone. She never understood it. Herself was her best company, especially when she started to live alone in New York. At least, she could read or do her work while eating.

The waiter led her to a two seated table at the end of the room. There were no windows beside her, but a small painting with yellow light above it accompanied her.

The restaurant has a fancy dinner atmospheric vibe going on despite it was daylight outside. Blue did say her book was a noir-like thriller. She said that a scene would take place in a restaurant like this; where her main character and the villain met through dining together. The main character was a cop undercover and was also determined to kill the villain. Either way, she was also hungry and her schedule for today was open for Blue, so she would have time to help and to eat!