Authoress' notes: Hey guys, been a while huh? Haha, been busy with schools and what-not and ofcourse…polkadots.
Story 19
Ryuuzaki Sakuno wasn't really having the time of her life. In the middle of a unknown- atleast to her- club, with no one with her –except Tomoka, who had run away with whoever was that guy she met earlier- except her non-alcoholic beverage and her polka-dotted skirt.
If the people passing her by weren't drunk on their asses, they would've laughed at her outfit which was consisted of her favorite boots, her dark green sleeveless turtleneck and ofcourse her polka-dotted skirt.
Sakuno didn't like polkadots.
"Why the long face?"
Over the booming music and the loud conversation of drunk people, Sakuno looked up to see a face she didn't expect to see in a place a such.
Fuji smiled all throughout Sakuno's staring session until she shook her head and looked down the floor –what was so interesting about the goddamn floor?
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare" The brown haired girl stuttered as she nervously ran the tip of her pointing finger around the glass's edges.
The mahogany haired male leaned back on his chair and gestured the bartender to get him something to drink. "I didn't mind" He smiled and took a sip of his newly arrived drink. Was he…flirting with her?
If Sakuno noticed his advances she took didn't react to it and instead turned her attention to the dancing mass of bodies in the middle of the dance floor. Suddenly a plae hand appeared at her line of vision waving something cloth-like…
"Look we match" Fuji's smile widen a fraction
…a polka-dotted neck tie.
Authoress' notes: I know, I know. Fuji's a bit out of character here but hey, I've never seen him flirt! Did you?! No you didn't! Haha, so yeah. That's it, please be kind and drop a review