Finding His Light

Chapter Three: Her

Chapter Three: Her

A/N: I'm sorry I don't update regularly. I hope you'll still read. I'm trying to keep up with my stories, but school makes it hard. Anyway, the picture to the right is "kami".

~Enjoy

A week passed and Spirit still hadn't heard from Stuck in the Past. He was starting to feel even more miserable than he had before he met with the band. He'd decided that maybe he wasn't cut out for stardom. He was just about to give up when sometyhing amazing happened. He was walking down the main street in town, when someone reached out and grabbed the back of his jacket. Spirit stopped, mid-step. He turned around to see who it was.

He came face to face with with her, the girl from Stuck in the Past. Her dark green eyes sparkled in the dim sunlight. Her hair was up in a hair tie, her lips were painted with rouge.

"Spirit, Spirit Albarn," she said.

Spirit was speechless, he tried to search for words, but nothing came to him. He just stood there, staring at the girl in front of him. She had let go of his coat, he could leave if he chose to, but it was as if he was frozen where he stood. She had captivated him. His mouth fell open a bit, as if he were going to speak, but he said nothing. The girl gave him a strange look. She examined his face, making him feel embarrassed.

His cheeks were flush, not only by the cold weather, but from the way she was looking at him. He wanted to avert his gaze but could not do so.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Her voice was soft, it reminded Spirit of his mother's, in a way.

"I, uh, yeah," he stammered.

"Well, that's good," she giggled.

Her laugh was like a chime playing in the wind, it made Spirit's heart explode with joy.

"Aren't you in Stuck in the Past?" Spirit questioned.

"I am! You remember."

"Yeah..."

"Care to join me for a cup of java?"

"Um, sure."

The girl smiled up at him with closed lips. She and Spirit walked side by side to a small cafe. They walked in silence, gaining a few looks from a few people. As he walked through the cafe's door, a wave of warmth hit his face. It was a nice feeling. The girl chose a small booth for them to sit at.

"So, Spirit," she begun.

"Yes?" Spirit asked.

"You haven't even asked me my name, yet," she laughed.

A blush rose to Spirit's cheek once again.

"Well, that's because you haven't told me," he replied.

"I was waiting for you to ask me, silly."

"Okay, what is your name?"

"It's Kami."

"That fits you," Spirit said, absentmindedly.

And it did fit her. Kami was a very beautiful woman. She looked as if she could have descended from some sort of divine spirit.

Kami looked up from her menu,"'Scuse me?" she asked.

"Ah, er, nothing."

"You're a strange one, Spirit Albarn."

A waiter soon came, taking their orders. Spirit ordered a chocolate chip frappe and Kami ordered straight black coffee, accompanied by an order of pancakes. They awaited their order in complete silence. Spirit glanced through the window beside him, watching as the street filled with people heading home from work. While Kami continued to look at him. To her, Spirit was something that sparked her interest. And, although she had never been the subtle type, she found herself slowing down to Spirit's nervous pace.