[LOG] Mmm, mm, interrogation. ♥
Who: Sakura and Sasuke.
What: A little forceful catching up over coffee~ When is Sakura not forceful? ;w;
Where: Baroque, a cafe near campus.
When: November 23rd
Ah, the end of November. Finals season, when the stress levels of students grew to such a level that one could practically smell it in the air, and professors became oddly cheerful. Sasuke continued along, weaving his way through people as he searched out the small coffee shop Sakura had mentioned to him to meet her over in the journals.
He'd heard of the place and passed by it a few times, but never really had bothered going inside. Of course, once he found it and went in, it was one of those moments where he couldn't see why he hadn't. The quiet atmosphere was a welcome refuge from the cold outside, not to mention from the students scrambling everywhere for finals all over campus and the surrounding area, and everything just seemed so.. Calm in here.
Pausing at the door, the young man glanced around for some sign of that brightly colored hair, hands in the pockets of his jeans.
What: A little forceful catching up over coffee~ When is Sakura not forceful? ;w;
Where: Baroque, a cafe near campus.
When: November 23rd
Ah, the end of November. Finals season, when the stress levels of students grew to such a level that one could practically smell it in the air, and professors became oddly cheerful. Sasuke continued along, weaving his way through people as he searched out the small coffee shop Sakura had mentioned to him to meet her over in the journals.
He'd heard of the place and passed by it a few times, but never really had bothered going inside. Of course, once he found it and went in, it was one of those moments where he couldn't see why he hadn't. The quiet atmosphere was a welcome refuge from the cold outside, not to mention from the students scrambling everywhere for finals all over campus and the surrounding area, and everything just seemed so.. Calm in here.
Pausing at the door, the young man glanced around for some sign of that brightly colored hair, hands in the pockets of his jeans.