✲Through the Blinds✲{Itachi Uchiha}

✦05✧

Tak! Tak! Backspace, backspace—Tak! Tak! Tak!

[Name] was on a roll. She was stuck on speed-typing mode that the coffee shop’s background consisted of jazz/elevator music, casual chatter among the patrons and the many taps of her keyboard. So while her fingers raced away on the laptop, her eyes took turns flickering up at the screen, down to her keyboard and sipped her drink every time a paragraph was complete. For a ten-page essay, that is.

Tak! Tak! Enter.

She sighed, stretching out her arms in front of her and kicking her legs under the table after completing one measly page for her Kinesiology essay, which was due in two days. “One page down, nine more to go…”

The first few batches of exams were freshly complete and [Name] was already packed with more work without any rest—not until the next holiday at least. But she only wanted to complete this cursed paper just so she could take on her regular responsibilities like a normal mother and wife should.

The past couple of days she’d been dedicating most of her free time towards studying that Itachi volunteered to take over the cooking, cleaning and helping out Mia with her homework. Although [Name] highly appreciated it, seeing Itachi offer himself without any complaints would only burn a hole through her heart… That man has to be made out of gold. And rainbows.

Fortunately for today, her classes ended early, which earned her a free hour to catch up on schoolwork before picking up Mia from Mikoto’s. Yes. Her sitting in a coffee shop, typing up an analysis paper with two cups of her favorite drink sitting next to her elbow was the definition of “free time” for [Name].

After completing yet another page of her essay, she blew through her lips and ran a hand through her hair while proofreading her work. But the more she’d read, the faster her attention span drifted off until she ends up staring at a coffee ring that marked the edge of the table.

‘Itachi has a meeting today’, she noted, rocking on the chair. ‘I’ll have time to take Mia to the park and have dinner ready before Itachi gets home later. What should I make for dinner anyway—?’ Her attention then averts to her phone vibrating on the table, indicating a text message.

She stared at it awkwardly, wondering who would be texting her at this time. Itachi is stuck in a meeting, Sasuke hardly ever uses his phone (unless it’s an emergency or a butt call/text), and her friends were all in class. Despite that, she grabs her phone anyway just to furrow her brows while reading a text from an unknown number.

Stop staring off into space, [Name].

Her eyes slightly widen. They know! Trying not to freak out, she casually lowers the phone. Obviously someone that apparently knows her was watching her, but the actual concern was: she doesn’t remember giving out her number recently to anyone…

She took a deep breath and typed up a reply.

Uh, sorry I bother you, but who is this?

The intensity of the waiting game impulses the tapping of her foot against the ground. But after a prolonged amount of seconds went by, she shrugged it off. Maybe they realized it was a wrong number, she thought and laid the device back down on the table, only to flinch when it instantly vibrates.

Look to your left.

Her foot stopped tapping and swallows thickly. She turns to the left, slowly scanning the room. All she saw were a group of high-school kids talking loudly as they waited in line, a man raising a teacup to his lips, an irritated business woman checking her watch and an old couple bickering about being in the wrong coffee shop (thinking it was Starbucks)—