Hikaru was sitting in the cafeteria, late one evening. She had finished her dinner, about which the best that could be said of it was 'it was edible' and no more, and had leaned back to watch people. She had been calm at first, but thought she had caught a glimpse of someone she would rather not see... If she was right, he was a generally unpleasant person, and she wanted nothing to do with him again. However, if it was him, he was shortly out of sight, and she tried to relax back into her seat.
She had a cup of tea with her, and planned to enjoy it... but now she was having trouble focusing on it. Despite her desire and determination to relax again, she found herself lost in thought about the night she had first seen that person, and why she did not like him. Her expression became frustrated, her brows tightened and she did not realize it, but she looked miserable.
