Date Night
Meet me at the gate of the amusement park, as soon as you can. It's a date--I'll be waiting.
Haruka selected the lucky recipient of the text message, sent it, and flipped the phone closed.
It was a fairly quiet afternoon at the amusement park, though there was still the occasional group of schoolgirls that came through, pausing and then hurrying past the cute guy leaning against the railing outside the gate, ankles crossed and arms folded as if he had all the time in the world. Wearing a black blazer, blue jeans and a t-shirt with cursive English writing on it, everything was in style and even more stylish on him. What ego? He'd catch their eye every once in a while and smile politely, prompting a little squeak and red cheeks. Michiru would kill her if she knew what Haruka was up to.
Haruka selected the lucky recipient of the text message, sent it, and flipped the phone closed.
It was a fairly quiet afternoon at the amusement park, though there was still the occasional group of schoolgirls that came through, pausing and then hurrying past the cute guy leaning against the railing outside the gate, ankles crossed and arms folded as if he had all the time in the world. Wearing a black blazer, blue jeans and a t-shirt with cursive English writing on it, everything was in style and even more stylish on him. What ego? He'd catch their eye every once in a while and smile politely, prompting a little squeak and red cheeks. Michiru would kill her if she knew what Haruka was up to.