' 'One strawberry flavoured milkshake. Oh, and a single packet of sour cream and onion chips as well please. Thanks' the cafe Nekana was in oozed peacefulness. The fragrant smell of toast and butter drifted in the air and the light scent of coffee was pleasurably filling the air-conditioned room as well. 

Soft clatters and chatters broke the brunette's unfocused gaze as to where she was and she recalled thinking of something but failed to remember the topic. After receiving her order that was supposedly the day's breakfast, Nekana could hear the clear chimes of the tiny golden bell that was hung upon the top corner of the door after their exit.

Nekana could feel the gentle breeze in her face as she prepared to go on out her way. Coincidently, she recognised a familiar face as she looked left and right, as it was a habit. There, she found a guy. Older than her by a few years he laid lazily on the short wooden bench against the cafe door. His hand slumped lazily at the side and he hand one hand stop his chest. His eyes were closed and beads of sweat could be seen running down his forehead.

Nekana then gave his name a soft call as she bent down to reach closer his ears, they twitched a bit and he sooner woke. His eyelids opened and he gave a brief grin. He had short black hair that was accompanied by plain facial features. Nekana gave her strawberry milkshake a quick sip and thought; sweet... Just my type of thing. Nekana often had a craving for sweet stuff. 

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"What're you doing here?" She asks. "Right back at you," he says.

"Why're you here then? and answer me right." The brunette persisted. 

Smiles came easily to the guy and as he did; he replied "I can't?".

The girl looked at him, making direct eye-contact and said :"No, you can." 

And while you're at it, I'll even accompany you too. So the mischievously smiling brunette thought. The guy read her eyes and he too grinned in reply. The two of them, accompanied by each other's presence drifted peacefully in their own thoughts.'

And Nekana awoke. Greeted by the sun she detested most specifically in the morning after she gets up.