Snippet #8566

"You look timid as always Nagi..." whispered a gentle voice from the door of the cafe. There stood Hitomi Omari, wearing a black kimono with patterns of white petals at the bottom. Her black hair sat perfectly still, shining, framing her pale face that held a smile used to play against the young man's nature - a smile accompanied by a small wink and a flirtatious giggle as she entered.

"Good morning, girls." She said loudly a smile still stuck on her face.

Without waiting for any replies, Omari headed to the kitchen and inspected the inside of the fridge. There were new meats, and their various smells hit like a wonderful gust of delicious air, on the edge of being mouth watering.

Omari closed the fridge almost excited at the prospect of cooking that delicious meat...