Post by K on Jul 29, 2006 16:02:19 GMT -8
It was a lovely Saturday afternoon, with the sun a'shining, the birds a'singing, and the crowds a'gatherin' in the streets. It was about 4:00 PM, a time of day when not very many people would be cramped up in the cafes. But guess who actually was within a cafe at this very moment, looking out the window from her little seat in the corner? Why, it was none other than Wakana Kuramoto, History teacher of PHS #259. She was in her usual garb: Her long, black trench coat reaching a couple of inches below her knees, a red, short-skirted, low-cut dress, her dark pantyhose, her high-heeled black leather shoes, and her dark sunglasses, parked on top of her head as her golden-brown eyes glanced out at all of the people walking by. Her long, violet-dyed hair was piled over her shoulder, trailing down towards the middle of her... chest.
After a moment, she let out a soft sigh and picked up her cup of tea, her pinky-finger reflexively sticking out as she held the cup by the handle. She let the hot beverage pass her lips, and let it trickle down her throat. She was unsure as to when or how it had started, but for as long as she could remember, she had gotten into the habit of having a private teatime every Saturday at 4:00 PM. She would just escape from the business of real life and have a bit of Wakana-time. Then again, she had an awful lot of Wakana-time quite frequently. To her, though, this had to be her most important one: Teatime at 4 PM. A distant smile on her scarlet lips, she breathed in the steam of the hot cup of tea, enjoying the view outside her window.
After a moment, she let out a soft sigh and picked up her cup of tea, her pinky-finger reflexively sticking out as she held the cup by the handle. She let the hot beverage pass her lips, and let it trickle down her throat. She was unsure as to when or how it had started, but for as long as she could remember, she had gotten into the habit of having a private teatime every Saturday at 4:00 PM. She would just escape from the business of real life and have a bit of Wakana-time. Then again, she had an awful lot of Wakana-time quite frequently. To her, though, this had to be her most important one: Teatime at 4 PM. A distant smile on her scarlet lips, she breathed in the steam of the hot cup of tea, enjoying the view outside her window.
