Third drabble in one night! I'm on a roll! xD

"Maybe that person is living somewhere and you'll meet again."

He had never really wished for those words to be true, Miharu thought, as he flipped an okonomiyaki.

It was summer, and warmer than usual. Miharu felt like he was sweltering to death, but he pasted on a cheerful smile anyway.

Soon, he retreated behind the counter and poured a glass of cold water. The door to the restaurant slid open, and Miharu turned his attention to the newcomer.

His gaze met black hair and dark blue eyes, and green eyes widened.

His glass shattered when it hit the floor.

... Of course, it's probably not who he thinks it is.

Or, maybe it is.

I feel quite giddy after getting reviews. *hint hint*