A/N: I advise you all to read 'Territory' by Hth because it's incredible
and the inspiration for this fic, basically for a better example of Touya
and Yukito's first meeting read that one. . .and review 'cause it hasn't
got anywhere near as much recognition as it deserves.
The Promises of Tomorrow by Clow'd9
DISCLAIMER: Its such a little detail I don't know why I have to say it but. . .you know the CCS characters aren't mine right? My time will come. . .oh yes, the wheels have been set in motion, the hour is nigh! Mwahahahahahahaha, ahem, on with the fic;
Chapter 1 - Dear Diary
The first day of school was good, everything was great, the school is lovely so is the town. Nice people, nice teachers, fantastic sports facilities.
Yukito paused; he was lying to his diary for goodness sake! The first day of school had not been good, everything was not great but yes the school and town were lovely. The people weren't so bad but there were so many of them and most dismissed him at a glance, the teachers were kind but he still had the mountain of work to catch up on. . .but that's what you get for transferring half way through the academic year. Finally, the sport facilities, they really were top notch especially the basketball court but when he'd asked the team captain for a try-out he'd simply refused, one look at his petite stature and slender limbs and he'd been gently but firmly turned away.it probably hadn't helped having two of the team members stood behind him, dwarfing him to be exact. What had he done? Well he'd smiled, said thank-you and walked away, Yukito had lost count of how often he'd completed that particular routine today. By the end of the day even if the football team hadn't been at an away game he wasn't sure he would have bothered asking, even Yukito had his pride. Lets hope tomorrow is better.
Tomorrow.
He was dreading it. . .
The following day he arrived the second the bell rang, in truth he'd been loitering invisibly for the past half an hour outside the school building but this way he wasn't so late he got told off by the teacher nor so early that he had to suffer being on the outskirt of a multitude of conversations.
He entered with his head down going in the general direction of his desk and hoping, no, praying, he wasn't going to end up sitting in the wrong place. For a moment he thought the Gods were having a joke at his expense when the allocated desk appeared to have a rucksack on it. He stood for a minute. . .its strange how the littlest things can be so humiliating, his face began to burn. The classroom was less than half full and almost no one was watching him but Yukito never lifted his chin enough to notice that.
"Gomen nasai." When rescue came its voice was throaty and calm but the hammering in Yukito's ears drowned it out as a tanned hand moved the bag to the desk next to him, one that had been unoccupied yesterday.
Yukito flashed his usual smile but it did not reach his eyes, in fact he did not even lift his eyes as he shuffled to his seat and mumbled his reply. "Arigatou."
He sat by the window looking out to the basketball court and the two students readying training equipment.
"Tsukishiro Yukito. . ."
It was beautiful practice weather, early enough to be quite cool but still sunny. The fence gleamed and when he listened carefully he could hear the balls being emptied and pattering randomly on th-.
"Tsukishiro Yukito?"
He blinked and looked up finally to see the teacher taking attendance. "Oh, h-hai. . .hai." He only realised when he jumped back that his nose had been almost pressed up against the window glass as he looked out. There were a few giggles from the class and Yukito resisted the urge to bang his head on the desk.
He stayed tensed and alert after that, when registration was over he waited for most of the class to have exited before getting up himself. It was going well, he stood up without falling over, he put his chair back without banging it, his satchel went on his shoulder just fine, he picked up his folder breathed a sigh of relief and turned to hurry to his class. . .that's when he encountered a problem in the form of a chest at his eye level, probably a damned basketball player he thought dimly as he impacted hard.
The Gods really were playing tricks on him.
He sat where he landed on the floor and willed it to open up and swallow him whole. He was ashamed at himself for cursing the human obstacle simply because he didn't even falter in his balance, he felt even worse when he recognised the large hand helping him for the second time
He stood up muttering 'thank-you's' and 'sorry's' and 'excuse me's' and-, well after that he wasn't sure, the boy probably couldn't understand half of it anyway.
The two of them gathered Yukito's fallen belongings and the Snow Bunny was still stuffing loose papers back in his file when faintly rough fingertips crept under his chin, he didn't even have time to pin a smile to his lips before his gaze was lifted and caught.
Neither knew of the others personality but in looks alone they could not have been more different. This boy's skin was a healthy golden colour while Yukito never caught any sun no matter how long he spent outside in the garden, the youth's hair was a very dark brown, Yukito's was a strangely youthful grey, the stranger's eyes were a sharp, lucid blue, his were huge pools of soft amber but therein seemed to lie an unlikely and un- nameable similarity. This one seemed to understand him.
The stern mouth tilted at one corner, a sympathetic and enquiring smile. It was an honest moment and Yukito responded with equal honesty, he didn't smile, he wasn't false.
As they walked from the room they didn't say anything. Words were rather redundant after communicating as they just had now it was time to get on with the day. . .and yes; he was late for his lesson.
When the bell announced the lunch break Yukito didn't want his food. The grounds were packed with chatting students; if he chose to sit on his own he'd be forever dubbed as a loner if he sat with some of them they'd think he was intruding. Maybe he just wouldn't sit, surely its normal for a new student to explore their new school? He'd just take a walk.
During his walk he actually found an unpopulated area underneath a single tree, he looked up at the leafy boughs overhead before neatly climbing up. He checked the branch was strong enough for his weight before slumping back and expelling a sigh he'd been containing all day. He pushed his glasses on top of his head and rubbed his eyes.
"Rough day?"
He sat up startled and blinked hazily at the lanky figure that shimmied down to crouch opposite him on the branch.
He continued blinking owlishly, he recognised the voice but not the-.
"These might help." The blurry man leant forward to gingerly pull his glasses down and push then up a pert nose with his index finger. "Better?"
It was, of course it was and he knew the face now. "I'm sorry I ran into you earlier and I'm even more sorry if I've disturbed you now."
The youth didn't answer as he stared back seemingly drinking in some detail he alone was privileged to see, Yukito tried to return the steady look but ended up looking away relieved when the boy held out his hand.
"Kinomoto Touya."
"I'm Tsukishiro Yukito." They shook hands with Yukito ignoring the fact his vanished within the others.
"I know." There really was no reply to that statement so Yukito just cleared his throat.
"I didn't see you yesterday."
"I was at the football match."
"Oh. . .how did you do?"
"We won." He made it sound like the outcome was never any different and Yukito was inclined to believe it. He chewed his lower lip, make conversation, make friends. . .
"Well done, I was going to look for the Captain yesterday until I found out about the away game."
Touya settled more comfortably astride the branch and folded his arms. "So are you going to look for him today?"
Yukito looked away. "Probably not."
"Why?"
"Because I was going to ask for a try out."
"So?"
"So I don't enjoy being told 'no' all the time."
"Who said no?"
"The basketball captain."
"Quan Lui?"
Yukito shrugged, he really wasn't showing his best side today, he was much friendlier than this. "If that's his name."
"And you think the football captain would say the same?"
"Wouldn't you?"
"No."
Yukito cocked his head for a moment reading the sincerity before he smiled properly for the first time, a beam that could realistically split his face. "Arigatou. . .but why?"
The tanned face became mysterious. "Lets just say I see hidden strengths." It must have sounded cryptic even to his own ears because he continued. "Well, you're small and fast, which is always valuable, I'd put money on it that you're very graceful when your not shuffling with your eyes glued to your toes," Yukito winced while he continued. "You're obviously stronger than you look if you can pull yourself up here and you took that fall well today."
He laughed self-depreciatingly. "Now there's a skill."
"It is." Touya was perfectly serious.
"How do you know so much about choosing team candidates?"
"I'm the captain."
Yukito blinked. "Oh. . ." Then blinked some more. "Oh!"
"The one thing I would never let you play is rugby. That game is vicious, being small and swift will help you evade the opposing team but being so slight and, forgive me for saying it, fragile, a pile-up would crush you, I broke my arm in one."
"It's not likely I'd get hurt playing basketball."
"Can you play it?"
"Yes."
"Are you any good?"
"No. . ." He grinned mischievously. "I'm better."
Touya feigned disbelief. "Well. . .I'm not convinced."
"Would thrashing you convince you?" Yukito couldn't believe he was acting so cocky but the other student was playing along so. . .
"I warn you, I'm good at pretty much every sport."
"I could show you how to be *brilliant* at pretty much every sport."
"You're overconfidence needs to be brought down a peg or two. . .thrashing *you* would sort that out." What Yukito sensed to be a rare smile lit the sombre features.
"You and what army?"
"No army, just the entire school team."
"Fine."
The playful smile dimmed a little. "I didn't mean that last part, we'll just go one on one."
"If you can gather the team Kinomoto-san I'm more than willing to 'convince' them all."
"Well if you're sure. . ." Now Touya's doubt was real but they climbed down anyway and Yukito followed the taller boy as he went to set the challenge before the team.
News that the whole basketball team was suiting up for a friendly soon spread to everyone so that when they came out on the court it was already circled by most of the student population.
Quan Lui had been surprised at the challenge but more than willing to try his team on anything. . .or anyone. He was also hoping Touya might change his mind about joining the team.
They wore the usual training kit and Touya wore his sports uniform but Yukito just removed his jacket as though not anticipating working up a sweat.
"Okay people, the first to three hoops!" The whistle blew.
It was slow and faintly teasing for a moment, one player needlessly keeping the ball for ages and staring Yukito out, or trying to anyway, the new boy just smiled.
He stopped one, he let the next one through, he stopped the next two but not the next one then made it look as though he only just stopped the next one.
The game was halted as one player retied his boots and Touya took him aside looking bewildered at his beaming face.
"Um. . .you said something about 'thrashing' us?"
"I'm getting to that part."
"You're holding back?" Yukito nodded. "Why?"
"I want them to know they've done well."
Touya shook his head. "Even if you lose I think you've impressed the captain just with the shots you kept out."
Yukito patted one broad shoulder slightly damp beneath the thin t-shirt Touya looked surprised at the action and Yukito was to, they'd only just met and he wasn't usually so comfortable with new people.
"I won't lose."
In the next half no one got close to the ball after Yukito got hold of it. To dismayed cries from the crowd he scored one point by racing around the main body of defenders and to their surprise for the next he just ran straight through and took the shot while he was still moving. He slowed for a bit when he considered how to make the last point a special one.
The spectators tensed when they realised he was gearing up for a run at the hoop until for the second time that day he came up against Touya's chest but this time he managed to stop. He ducked and twisted as much as he could, he tried every evasive manoeuvre but he couldn't get passed the tall boy and by now he had the whole team gathered behind him, they weren't underestimating the pale and slender youth now, he only need one more and this one would have to go over their heads. The ball kept bouncing as he held the concentrated gaze, he stepped back slightly and the team followed he came back and turned with the ball, they thought he needed a run up for such a long shot. He didn't, he gathered momentum from the turn and took the shot. It went high to avoid the players now jumping to knock it off course and fast so that it covered the distance without loosing altitude. Yukito returned his eyes to the only other unofficial team member and didn't bother to look as the ball dropped through the hoop without even touching the sides.
"Convinced?"
Touya shook his head looking a little amazed and very impressed before Quan Lui seized them, or rather Yukito for a change. He was vaguely aware that the crowd were in stunned silent.
"That was fantastic! We'd love to have you on our team if you're still interested." The couch obviously did not expect the offer to be refused despite the tagged enquiry.
"Thank-you but no." He tried to ignore the countless baffled eyes on him where he stood centre court but he couldn't ignore Touya's. "But if you ever need me to fill in for a player I'd be more than happy to." He meant it too and was relieved when Quan Lui smiled back still slightly confused but fortunately holding no grudges, his entire school career would be spent with these people, no point burning friendship bridges.
He turned to smile at his audience and nod at Touya before walking past both a small gleam of triumph in his eyes and a new lightness to his heart he didn't need to look back to see a pair of sapphire blue eyes flash with approval and it probably would have embarrassed him to see the admiration on many faces, Yukito was after all a shy creature.
The last lesson went well with people making tentative steps at conversation with him, he found the courage to answer the teacher's questions and enjoyed the knowledge that he was moving up in estimations.
At home that night he finished bringing order to the new garden and sat down to tea by himself and yet not alone, detached and yet connected, he was as solitary as Touya and unbeknownst to him at school tomorrow he would also be just as popular as the distanced youth.
Tomorrow.
There was no sense of dread only anticipation.
'Tomorrow' became a promise and the future looked promising. . .
Dear Diary,
Remember I told you about the basketball refusal? Well today I showed everyone that bunnies may be small but they sure are hard to catch. Kinomoto-san was the only one to acknowledge the lesson though, who is Kinomoto? Well. . .I'm as curious as you and whereas usually I would describe the encounter, the appearance and the conversation this time there really is no need, when I look back on today I won't need reminding, he is not someone you could ever forget. Of all the acquaintances I've made today he is the one I would like to call a friend. . .and perhaps some day something more.
The Promises of Tomorrow by Clow'd9
DISCLAIMER: Its such a little detail I don't know why I have to say it but. . .you know the CCS characters aren't mine right? My time will come. . .oh yes, the wheels have been set in motion, the hour is nigh! Mwahahahahahahaha, ahem, on with the fic;
Chapter 1 - Dear Diary
The first day of school was good, everything was great, the school is lovely so is the town. Nice people, nice teachers, fantastic sports facilities.
Yukito paused; he was lying to his diary for goodness sake! The first day of school had not been good, everything was not great but yes the school and town were lovely. The people weren't so bad but there were so many of them and most dismissed him at a glance, the teachers were kind but he still had the mountain of work to catch up on. . .but that's what you get for transferring half way through the academic year. Finally, the sport facilities, they really were top notch especially the basketball court but when he'd asked the team captain for a try-out he'd simply refused, one look at his petite stature and slender limbs and he'd been gently but firmly turned away.it probably hadn't helped having two of the team members stood behind him, dwarfing him to be exact. What had he done? Well he'd smiled, said thank-you and walked away, Yukito had lost count of how often he'd completed that particular routine today. By the end of the day even if the football team hadn't been at an away game he wasn't sure he would have bothered asking, even Yukito had his pride. Lets hope tomorrow is better.
Tomorrow.
He was dreading it. . .
The following day he arrived the second the bell rang, in truth he'd been loitering invisibly for the past half an hour outside the school building but this way he wasn't so late he got told off by the teacher nor so early that he had to suffer being on the outskirt of a multitude of conversations.
He entered with his head down going in the general direction of his desk and hoping, no, praying, he wasn't going to end up sitting in the wrong place. For a moment he thought the Gods were having a joke at his expense when the allocated desk appeared to have a rucksack on it. He stood for a minute. . .its strange how the littlest things can be so humiliating, his face began to burn. The classroom was less than half full and almost no one was watching him but Yukito never lifted his chin enough to notice that.
"Gomen nasai." When rescue came its voice was throaty and calm but the hammering in Yukito's ears drowned it out as a tanned hand moved the bag to the desk next to him, one that had been unoccupied yesterday.
Yukito flashed his usual smile but it did not reach his eyes, in fact he did not even lift his eyes as he shuffled to his seat and mumbled his reply. "Arigatou."
He sat by the window looking out to the basketball court and the two students readying training equipment.
"Tsukishiro Yukito. . ."
It was beautiful practice weather, early enough to be quite cool but still sunny. The fence gleamed and when he listened carefully he could hear the balls being emptied and pattering randomly on th-.
"Tsukishiro Yukito?"
He blinked and looked up finally to see the teacher taking attendance. "Oh, h-hai. . .hai." He only realised when he jumped back that his nose had been almost pressed up against the window glass as he looked out. There were a few giggles from the class and Yukito resisted the urge to bang his head on the desk.
He stayed tensed and alert after that, when registration was over he waited for most of the class to have exited before getting up himself. It was going well, he stood up without falling over, he put his chair back without banging it, his satchel went on his shoulder just fine, he picked up his folder breathed a sigh of relief and turned to hurry to his class. . .that's when he encountered a problem in the form of a chest at his eye level, probably a damned basketball player he thought dimly as he impacted hard.
The Gods really were playing tricks on him.
He sat where he landed on the floor and willed it to open up and swallow him whole. He was ashamed at himself for cursing the human obstacle simply because he didn't even falter in his balance, he felt even worse when he recognised the large hand helping him for the second time
He stood up muttering 'thank-you's' and 'sorry's' and 'excuse me's' and-, well after that he wasn't sure, the boy probably couldn't understand half of it anyway.
The two of them gathered Yukito's fallen belongings and the Snow Bunny was still stuffing loose papers back in his file when faintly rough fingertips crept under his chin, he didn't even have time to pin a smile to his lips before his gaze was lifted and caught.
Neither knew of the others personality but in looks alone they could not have been more different. This boy's skin was a healthy golden colour while Yukito never caught any sun no matter how long he spent outside in the garden, the youth's hair was a very dark brown, Yukito's was a strangely youthful grey, the stranger's eyes were a sharp, lucid blue, his were huge pools of soft amber but therein seemed to lie an unlikely and un- nameable similarity. This one seemed to understand him.
The stern mouth tilted at one corner, a sympathetic and enquiring smile. It was an honest moment and Yukito responded with equal honesty, he didn't smile, he wasn't false.
As they walked from the room they didn't say anything. Words were rather redundant after communicating as they just had now it was time to get on with the day. . .and yes; he was late for his lesson.
When the bell announced the lunch break Yukito didn't want his food. The grounds were packed with chatting students; if he chose to sit on his own he'd be forever dubbed as a loner if he sat with some of them they'd think he was intruding. Maybe he just wouldn't sit, surely its normal for a new student to explore their new school? He'd just take a walk.
During his walk he actually found an unpopulated area underneath a single tree, he looked up at the leafy boughs overhead before neatly climbing up. He checked the branch was strong enough for his weight before slumping back and expelling a sigh he'd been containing all day. He pushed his glasses on top of his head and rubbed his eyes.
"Rough day?"
He sat up startled and blinked hazily at the lanky figure that shimmied down to crouch opposite him on the branch.
He continued blinking owlishly, he recognised the voice but not the-.
"These might help." The blurry man leant forward to gingerly pull his glasses down and push then up a pert nose with his index finger. "Better?"
It was, of course it was and he knew the face now. "I'm sorry I ran into you earlier and I'm even more sorry if I've disturbed you now."
The youth didn't answer as he stared back seemingly drinking in some detail he alone was privileged to see, Yukito tried to return the steady look but ended up looking away relieved when the boy held out his hand.
"Kinomoto Touya."
"I'm Tsukishiro Yukito." They shook hands with Yukito ignoring the fact his vanished within the others.
"I know." There really was no reply to that statement so Yukito just cleared his throat.
"I didn't see you yesterday."
"I was at the football match."
"Oh. . .how did you do?"
"We won." He made it sound like the outcome was never any different and Yukito was inclined to believe it. He chewed his lower lip, make conversation, make friends. . .
"Well done, I was going to look for the Captain yesterday until I found out about the away game."
Touya settled more comfortably astride the branch and folded his arms. "So are you going to look for him today?"
Yukito looked away. "Probably not."
"Why?"
"Because I was going to ask for a try out."
"So?"
"So I don't enjoy being told 'no' all the time."
"Who said no?"
"The basketball captain."
"Quan Lui?"
Yukito shrugged, he really wasn't showing his best side today, he was much friendlier than this. "If that's his name."
"And you think the football captain would say the same?"
"Wouldn't you?"
"No."
Yukito cocked his head for a moment reading the sincerity before he smiled properly for the first time, a beam that could realistically split his face. "Arigatou. . .but why?"
The tanned face became mysterious. "Lets just say I see hidden strengths." It must have sounded cryptic even to his own ears because he continued. "Well, you're small and fast, which is always valuable, I'd put money on it that you're very graceful when your not shuffling with your eyes glued to your toes," Yukito winced while he continued. "You're obviously stronger than you look if you can pull yourself up here and you took that fall well today."
He laughed self-depreciatingly. "Now there's a skill."
"It is." Touya was perfectly serious.
"How do you know so much about choosing team candidates?"
"I'm the captain."
Yukito blinked. "Oh. . ." Then blinked some more. "Oh!"
"The one thing I would never let you play is rugby. That game is vicious, being small and swift will help you evade the opposing team but being so slight and, forgive me for saying it, fragile, a pile-up would crush you, I broke my arm in one."
"It's not likely I'd get hurt playing basketball."
"Can you play it?"
"Yes."
"Are you any good?"
"No. . ." He grinned mischievously. "I'm better."
Touya feigned disbelief. "Well. . .I'm not convinced."
"Would thrashing you convince you?" Yukito couldn't believe he was acting so cocky but the other student was playing along so. . .
"I warn you, I'm good at pretty much every sport."
"I could show you how to be *brilliant* at pretty much every sport."
"You're overconfidence needs to be brought down a peg or two. . .thrashing *you* would sort that out." What Yukito sensed to be a rare smile lit the sombre features.
"You and what army?"
"No army, just the entire school team."
"Fine."
The playful smile dimmed a little. "I didn't mean that last part, we'll just go one on one."
"If you can gather the team Kinomoto-san I'm more than willing to 'convince' them all."
"Well if you're sure. . ." Now Touya's doubt was real but they climbed down anyway and Yukito followed the taller boy as he went to set the challenge before the team.
News that the whole basketball team was suiting up for a friendly soon spread to everyone so that when they came out on the court it was already circled by most of the student population.
Quan Lui had been surprised at the challenge but more than willing to try his team on anything. . .or anyone. He was also hoping Touya might change his mind about joining the team.
They wore the usual training kit and Touya wore his sports uniform but Yukito just removed his jacket as though not anticipating working up a sweat.
"Okay people, the first to three hoops!" The whistle blew.
It was slow and faintly teasing for a moment, one player needlessly keeping the ball for ages and staring Yukito out, or trying to anyway, the new boy just smiled.
He stopped one, he let the next one through, he stopped the next two but not the next one then made it look as though he only just stopped the next one.
The game was halted as one player retied his boots and Touya took him aside looking bewildered at his beaming face.
"Um. . .you said something about 'thrashing' us?"
"I'm getting to that part."
"You're holding back?" Yukito nodded. "Why?"
"I want them to know they've done well."
Touya shook his head. "Even if you lose I think you've impressed the captain just with the shots you kept out."
Yukito patted one broad shoulder slightly damp beneath the thin t-shirt Touya looked surprised at the action and Yukito was to, they'd only just met and he wasn't usually so comfortable with new people.
"I won't lose."
In the next half no one got close to the ball after Yukito got hold of it. To dismayed cries from the crowd he scored one point by racing around the main body of defenders and to their surprise for the next he just ran straight through and took the shot while he was still moving. He slowed for a bit when he considered how to make the last point a special one.
The spectators tensed when they realised he was gearing up for a run at the hoop until for the second time that day he came up against Touya's chest but this time he managed to stop. He ducked and twisted as much as he could, he tried every evasive manoeuvre but he couldn't get passed the tall boy and by now he had the whole team gathered behind him, they weren't underestimating the pale and slender youth now, he only need one more and this one would have to go over their heads. The ball kept bouncing as he held the concentrated gaze, he stepped back slightly and the team followed he came back and turned with the ball, they thought he needed a run up for such a long shot. He didn't, he gathered momentum from the turn and took the shot. It went high to avoid the players now jumping to knock it off course and fast so that it covered the distance without loosing altitude. Yukito returned his eyes to the only other unofficial team member and didn't bother to look as the ball dropped through the hoop without even touching the sides.
"Convinced?"
Touya shook his head looking a little amazed and very impressed before Quan Lui seized them, or rather Yukito for a change. He was vaguely aware that the crowd were in stunned silent.
"That was fantastic! We'd love to have you on our team if you're still interested." The couch obviously did not expect the offer to be refused despite the tagged enquiry.
"Thank-you but no." He tried to ignore the countless baffled eyes on him where he stood centre court but he couldn't ignore Touya's. "But if you ever need me to fill in for a player I'd be more than happy to." He meant it too and was relieved when Quan Lui smiled back still slightly confused but fortunately holding no grudges, his entire school career would be spent with these people, no point burning friendship bridges.
He turned to smile at his audience and nod at Touya before walking past both a small gleam of triumph in his eyes and a new lightness to his heart he didn't need to look back to see a pair of sapphire blue eyes flash with approval and it probably would have embarrassed him to see the admiration on many faces, Yukito was after all a shy creature.
The last lesson went well with people making tentative steps at conversation with him, he found the courage to answer the teacher's questions and enjoyed the knowledge that he was moving up in estimations.
At home that night he finished bringing order to the new garden and sat down to tea by himself and yet not alone, detached and yet connected, he was as solitary as Touya and unbeknownst to him at school tomorrow he would also be just as popular as the distanced youth.
Tomorrow.
There was no sense of dread only anticipation.
'Tomorrow' became a promise and the future looked promising. . .
Dear Diary,
Remember I told you about the basketball refusal? Well today I showed everyone that bunnies may be small but they sure are hard to catch. Kinomoto-san was the only one to acknowledge the lesson though, who is Kinomoto? Well. . .I'm as curious as you and whereas usually I would describe the encounter, the appearance and the conversation this time there really is no need, when I look back on today I won't need reminding, he is not someone you could ever forget. Of all the acquaintances I've made today he is the one I would like to call a friend. . .and perhaps some day something more.