The first time you met Twogami, it was solely to seek sanctuary from the storm. And, of course, to get a tall pumpkin spice latte while you were at it-- but, hey, a girl's gotta eat, right?
You stepped into the coffee shop, [h/c] hair dripping onto the carpet and [s/c] body shivering as your wet jacket clung to your skin. In less than a minute, the spot on which you stood was drenched in water. Honestly, you were shocked none of the employees had approached you to kick you out yet, but after scanning the busy shop you saw that many other customers held tell-tale signs of having braved the tempest to reach their current destination-- wet hair, runny makeup, shoes that made a sickening squelching sound with each step they took.
But, ah well. Better for you that they weren't throwing people out, right?
Stifling a sneeze, you made your way closer to the counter to where you could see the wall-hanging menu. You hummed in the back of your throat, your stomach stirring in anticipation as your [e/c] eyes raked through the selections. Should you really get that coffee, though? Really? You were trying to lose a bit of weight, and indulging yourself on a syrup-and-whipped-cream induced coffee wouldn't really help you reach that goal. You sighed and decided on subsituting the regular milk for skim (yuck) and cutting back on the whip-cream entirely.
You placed and payed for your order before moving off to the side to await your not-as-tasty-as-it'd-normally-be pumpkin spice latte. While there, you couldn't help but notice another individual waiting alongside you. That is, you couldn't help but notice due to his somewhat, er, larger size. Another thing you noticed was his attire-- who would wear a crisp white business suit in the middle of a storm? The longer you studied him, the more recognizable he became to you. Something about that almost-bleach-blond hair and square-framed glasses and pale blue eyes narrowed in a glare that was being sent your way....
Oh. Oops. Busted.
"Can I help you?" The man snapped-- rather sarcastically you might add.
Well, not with that attitude, you thought. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I just couldn't help but wonder if we met before?" You instantly regretted your words the minute you looked up and saw his insulted expression.
"I think not!" He 'harumphed' and crossed his thick arms. "I don't make it a habit to mingle with commoners. Especially not ones that look like a soaked rat."
"C-commoner?" Your voice raised about six octaves as you blushed and spluttered. "I...you...how dare-!"
In the decade that it took you to stutter out those few words, a barrista approached and set a large drink on the counter, clearly the mystery man's as he proceeded to uncross his arms and grab his beverage.
"Now, if you don't mind," he pushed past you roughly, clearly not caring whether you did or did not mind, "I'll be taking my leave before you infect me with one of your commoner's illnesses."
Holding his head high, the man marched out the door and into a black car that was seemingly waiting for him at the entrance. Face still red, you proceeded to make a fool out of yourself as you gaped at the now-long-gone vehicle. Finally, you flipped your wet hair over your shoulder and huffed indignantly as you turned back to the counter.