A/N: Suffering from writer's block, so here's a random one-shot drabble! You can guess who's POV it's told in. :D

I am in no way related to nor do I own Shugo Chara! :P That's Peach-Pit, guys.

I got my first job when I turned 18. To me, money was never a big deal. Taking on a job was a way of escaping from the dreary everday world, wandering in the streets of life.

It was just a regular job at a cozy, modern café. Middle-aged men and women would hurry by everyday in the morning, grabbing their daily dose of hot coffee; sometimes a bite of a chocolate crepe, or a warm croissant. It was also well known amongst the teens as a hang out spot during the weekends; sometimes after school. They would sink into the cushioned booths, hands clasped around a cup of tea or hot cocoa, chatting excitedly, exchanging gossip.

Business was usually slow after 8:00 AM, when all the adults had run out with their orders, rushing for work. Kids were at school, it was just me, a few other staff members, and the comforting jazz that played quietly in the background.

I never did like socializing, so I would just stare out the much too large window, watching various vehicles drive by. It was like a painting, the scenery changing every minute, everyday.

But in the crisp mornings, when the silence was among us workers in the café, a little girl with pink hair would be rushing across the streets, seemingly hurrying to school.

The first day I noticed her, I inwardly hoped she got to school on time. I smiled slightly. Kids these days.

Two years later, it was still the same. I worked in the same, small café, just to watch the tardy little girl run across the streets, hurrying to school. I wouldn't consider it stalker like, since I had no special thoughts for her, nor did I develop an obsession for her.

But over those years, even though I was only watching from afar, I could tell she was becoming more and more breathtaking. I caught myself eyeing her developing bust every so often, scolding myself for checking out a miner. But, she really was beautiful. Her pretty pink hair flying in the wind, face flushed from anger? Embarrassment? Or maybe it was just the cold.

She was the sole reason why I still worked at this special café, with its large window, cushioned booths. Just to watch her, and to make sure she passed each street safely, until she was out of my sight, and safe in school.

Honestly, I didn't know why or how I grew so attached to her.

And one day, the small, pink haired girl had stopped appearing in my window of time.

At first, I thought something had happened. I never knew how old she was. Maybe she had graduated from high school and continued her tardiness in college. Maybe she moved. A million possibilities, but I knew one thing for sure.

I wanted to see her once more, running hurriedly across the streets, face flushed.

I sat in a wooden chair near the window, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

I wasn't sure how long I waited. A day? A week? Two, perhaps?

And one day, the manager announced that there would be a new staff member, and behind him, I caught a glimpse of pink.

I realized I was holding my breath.

He moved aside, and there, standing in all her glory, was the running girl I had always watched from afar.

She took a deep breath and offered a big smile in my direction, "My name's Amu! Amu Hinarmori! I'm looking forward to working with you, so please take care of me!"

I smiled gently back. I grabbed a pen and scribbled a note on some napkin. She peered over my shoulder and blushed.

Remember to come on time, Amu.

A/N: And afterwards, Amu falls head over heels for Ikuto and they live happily ever after.