The Coldest Night (Uta fic)

Viktorya has been living on the second floor of Miyavi's Gallery for a couple months now because, of her transfer to KU.

She met Uta when she spilled his coffee on his clothes and laptop. Red with embarrassment she apologizes and offers to pay him back for the coffee and ruined stuff.

Mulling over concept of the exchange he changes his mind and says to pay back for his ruined clothes and laptop she'll have to accompany him to a multitude of evenings out, but a free coffee from her is still in effect.

Smirking to himself the stranger pulls out a red pen from his pocket and hands it to her telling her to write her number on the top of his hand with her name. That's where it all started and as he left he let a coy grin graced his features as he said, "my name is Uta."