Snippet #8525

The walk to the café wasn’t all that bad. The weather was nice, the birds were singing and the park detour was especially scenic. But even so, Nagi Yamato felt the need to pull his red and white ‘Takashi’s Delivery Service’ baseball cap over his face. No matter where he looked, Nagi just seemed to be seeing more and more people. Although it was early the town was waking up fast. It wasn’t that Nagi didn’t like people…

What he disliked was when a group of giggling girls or an attractive young man walked by and made eye contact with him, maybe even said ‘Good morning’, which left him feeling flustered and uncomfortable in his own skin.

Besides his baseball cap, the dark haired adolescent was dressed in a white cotton shirt with two buttons and a collar. A small red stripe warped around the collar and on the sleeves, and ‘Takashi’s Deliver Service’ was emblazed across the left side of his chest in red stitching. He also wore jeans, being held up with a silver buckled white belt and black loafers, comfortable for a lot of walking.

Nagi didn’t do a lot of hours and the ones he did where usually small, one box deliveries around town, so the company weren’t bothered about him wearing jeans. They would have preferred him feeling more comfortable and relaxed then hot and bothered, though the wannabe musician still managed to end up this way.

Three sharp taps on the café’s glass front door announced his presence to the girls inside and while he waited he attempted to steady his breathing. Delivering to the café was a double edged sword… On one hand he got to see a fine assortment of lovely ladies and sample their delicious produce.

On the other hand, their beauty often left his heart racing and he found it difficult to speak, he avoided eye contact thought unfortunately his eyes lingered elsewhere. Some of the girls took his stuttering speech and his ‘wandering eyes’ as a sign that he was a pervert and a lecherous guy who they shouldn’t be associated with.

Nagi always felt crummy when one of the more upfront girls confronted him about his ‘perverted’ ways, though he had never tried to defend himself. He hated confrontations and besides, how could they understand his feelings, when they were girls? Women always took it the wrong way when men tried to explain that they couldn’t help looking where they did… Girls were just so lovely to look at.

Shaking his head and rearranging his dark hair underneath his cap, Nagi tried to think more positively of the situation. Perhaps today would be better for him… Perhaps today would be a ‘good day‘. And perhaps pigs would fly and golden koi fish would start granting people three wishes.