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"Yes, Sun, I know...Okay. I'll be there on time. I promise.”
She definitely won't be there on time, she thought, mentally hitting herself on the head repeatedly as her feline ears flattened against her skull.
Blake really hadn't meant to forget about their anniversary and that she was supposed to go to the movies with him, she simply had lost track of time at some point while she had been drawing (and admittedly reading a few books) It happened sometimes; She started a new little sketch and the next thing she knew was that three hours had passed and she had filled a few pages of her sketchbook without looking up once.
Usually she loved those moments, when her train of thought came to a screeching halt and blissful quiet took its place, no thoughts or worries, just the sound of the pencil scratching across the paper. Just peace and quiet...It was, however, quite inconvenient when it resulted in being late to a date which they had been planning for days.
She was supposed to be on a movie date, yet here she was the whole time. At a cafe.
On the other end of the line Sun was still talking, his tone growing more and more impatient by the minute. Holding the phone away from her human ear, she quietly ordered a green tea from the grumpy looking, canine-faunas that was serving the drinks.
"What? No, I wouldn't forget our anniversary.” She stated with a faked laugh and immediately felt bad for lying to him. If there had been such a thing as a contest for The World's Worst Girlfriend, she was sure that she would've won it by now. Tenfold.
In the meantime, Resting-Bitch-Face put the tea down on the counter and waited impatiently for her to hand him the money. She quickly fished some money out of her pocket and didn't wait for him to give her the change, but left with the hot paper cup in her hand. Maybe the tip could lighten up his shitty mood.
Blake was pretty sure that almost everyone would've thought that buying tea instead of heading to meet her boyfriend right away was a waste of time, but it wasn't to her.
Sometimes, she was pretty sure that a good tea was the only thing keeping her body going and sane, which sounded a little unhealthy or dramatic when she thought about it, but it was entirely accurate nevertheless. If she wanted to get through the day and go on that date, Blake knew that she needed at least something to keep her going. Besides, the Café was just down the road, only a stone's throw from the theatre, so it was only a smidge of a detour.
"On my way, don't worry. I'll be there in just a minute. Bye, yeah, love you too," She said.
Hanging up, she stepped outside and hurriedly crossed the street.
Blake glanced at the time on her scroll, only to realize that she was already eight minutes late. Swearing quietly under her breath, she slipped the scroll back into her pocket. However, before she could look up again, she felt herself bumping into someone.
There was a quiet thump as bodies collided, then a string of hissed curses. Before she could even process what had happened, she stumbled back and looked up to see a furious red-eyed blonde girl with a mixture of tea and the girl’s own coffee spilled all over her white t-shirt.
Blake stood frozen in shock, blinking up at her and being met with red eyes staring into her very soul. They belonged to a human girl who was around her age but a good few inches taller.
Her voice, dark and annoyed, dripping power and confidence, ripped her out of her reverie. "Are you kidding me?"
"Shit, I'm so sorry," The faunas stammered and looked at the ugly stain on her chest. "Are you okay? Are you hurt or anything?"
The girl rolled her eyes, anger slowly turning into irritation. Although, her eyes were no longer red. They were now a beautiful, brilliant lilac, Blake had to admit. "Oh, no. It’s not like you spilled a scalding-hot beverage on me or anything.”
Blake hugged herself, rubbing one arm in embarrassment and felt her cheeks flushing and ears flattening.
"But it's fine, I'm hotter than that anyway," The blonde mumbled under her breath.
She was honestly not sure if she had heard wrong, so she just kept her mouth shut, overwhelmed with the entire situation. Then, on an impulse she couldn't explain, the faunas quickly pulled her jacket off and handed it to her. Fortunately, she had been wearing a black blouse underneath. "Here, you can wear this. I'm really sorry.”
“It's not like spilling a drink on another person is some kinda bonding experience, so you could stop with the whole anxious embarrassment thing." she snapped, but took the jacket and put it on in one single flowing motion nevertheless.
The faunas didn't know what to say to that, so she just watched her silently. Yes, she has a boyfriend but anyone who says this girl isn't at least gorgeous is a liar.
So yeah, gorgeous. But only objectively, a passing beauty. Nothing wrong with stating facts.
"You’re staring pretty hard. What? See something you like?” The blonde asked sarcastically, her tone clearly still annoyed. "Aren't you in a hurry? Sure as hell seemed like it when you ran right into me."
"Yeah, right...Again, I'm really am so-"
The girl just ran her fingers through her long golden hair and cut her off: "You're sorry, I get it. Just go on about your day, you do you, and I’ll do me." She pronounced the last sentence as if it was some kind of a disease. Or maybe it was a warning. Without another word, she put on the aviators that were hooked on her shirt and walked off.
Great. Nice. Fantastic, she thought. She just gave away her favorite jacket to an asshole.
Blake probably wouldn't see it (or her) ever again. While she was kind of sad about the first one, she really didn't mind the latter, knowing she’d probably die from embarrassment if she ever had to talk to that fiery girl again.
Sighing softly, she threw the empty cup in the bin, pretty disappointed that she hadn't been able to drink a single sip of it. Then, she turned around and made her way to the theatre as fast as she could, knowing that Sun would be upset, and rightfully so. Blake had a past. A past that seemed to drift in and affect her already-straining relationship from time to time.
He didn't understand. No one could.
As expected, he was already standing in front of the building, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest, monkey tail swinging to and fro. Even from afar (although her faunas traits surely helped) she could see that his lips were pressed together in a thin line, a clear sign that he was worried and/or irritated.
He looked good today, as he always did. Even if, at times, he acted as if he were allergic to wearing shirts. Something about him always reminded her of a Ken doll, probably because of his lightly tanned skin, the big blue-grey eyes and the button nose. His blonde hair was shaggy but in a charming way that made him look roguish; a feeling of guilt washed over her as she saw that he had even made the effort to dress up in a proper shirt for once for their date. And Blake had forgotten about it completely.
"Hey, Sun," She said with an apologetic smile and tilted her head up to kiss him, but he turned his head away. Blake bit down on her lip and took a step back to give him some space.
Sun replied with a glare that really wasn't very intimidating at all. The problem was that whenever he tried to shoot an angry look, he always ended up looking more like a Golden Retriever. It was adorable, really, but now was probably not the right time to for her to point that out.
"Hey, Sun?” He imitated her. "That's all you gotta say, dude?"
"Listen, I'm sorry that I was late. I didn't mean to, but there was this girl and I ran into her and I spilled my tea all over her and then I had to lend her my jacket and-"
"Seriously, Blake?" He crossed his arms with an exasperated stare. "If you don't want to hang out with me, you can just tell me. But don't make any excuses. I just thought...considering we’re dating that you’d want to-“
Blake lifted her hands in defeat. "Sun, I swear, I'm not lying. I know how this sounds, but that's what happened and I..." She inhaled deeply before continuing, hoping that he could tell she was being genuine. "I actually really, really want to go on that date with you. What happened really happened. This...this isn't like last time."
His eyes softened as he looked at the raven-haired girl. He remained silent for a moment before sighing. "Fine. It's okay, we’re cool. I'm sorry for being a dick about it."
"You weren't though," Blake reassured, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his bicep. "I was the one being an idiot."
"True," He chuckled. "But all jokes aside, you’re not an idiot at all.”
Before she could reply, he stepped closer and pulled her into a soft kiss, his lips still smiling against hers. She let her eyes flutter shut and tried to focus only on the familiar and safe feeling of his body pressed to hers and his muscular arms looping around her waist.
She really didn't get what people found so great about kissing. It's really just pressing your lips together and exchanging body liquids, isn't it? It just never seemed like a big deal to her for the entirety of their relationship.
The feline faunas broke away from him after a few seconds and pulled out her phone to check the time. "Crap," She muttered. "The movie already started."
Sun grimaced in disappointment. "There goes our movie date..."
"Wait, I have an idea," Blake added. "How about watching movies and ordering pizza at my place?"
His face lit up a little at that. "Can we watch that one sci-fi mech show with the people who upload their brains to the giant robots?" Sun asked excitedly.
Blake rolled her eyes, smiling. "Sure, nerd.”
"Hah! You’re one to talk. But pizza and movies it is!" He announced happily and grabbed her hand.
And just like that, everything between them was fine again, like it always was. As they made their way back to Blake’s house, Sun was already chattering about how his day had been and how excited he was for school to start again tomorrow, but she was only listening with half an ear, even if she had two sets of them, too busy wondering what that weird always-lingering feeling in the pit of her stomach that just wouldn't go away was.
It felt like a warning.