DenverSammy

This slice-of-life romance is about a girl named Yui Himitsu who tends to find people at their most vulnerable and notices the small details in life, along with a boy named Amari Isao who isn't all that great with people, making him lose interest in those around him. His unchanging facial expressions and tall stature deter others, which doesn't help his case much. 

After a chance encounter involving a Blue Raspberry Lemonade Soda, the two find themselves always somehow near each other. The only problem is that Amari Isao doesn't know who left him that drink, so he doesn't recognize Yui Himitsu when they cross paths. 

Will Isao figure it out? And when he does, what will come of their relationship?

*This story is available on Booksie, RoyalRoad, along with WebNovel under the my Username/Pen name DenverSammy*

***Note: The story is based in Japan during modern times. Many details are influenced by Japanese holidays and the academic calendar. Smaller details are more Western, with a mixture of American and Japanese common sense. This involves names, Surname first and Given name second. For further information I advise Google.*** 

This is a fictional story.

Blue Raspberry Lemonade

Amari Isao walked to school faster than usual that Monday morning, a can of Blue Raspberry Lemonade tucked securely in his bag, the very one she had given him. His stride lengthened, his breath steady, but his mind raced ahead.

A sudden blur of motion passed him.

A bicycle whizzed by, the rider's light brown hair streaming behind her, tousled by the wind. Isao's eyes followed her as she sped past with effortless ease. He felt a flicker of envy, and walking felt sluggish compared to the smooth glide of a bike.

When he finally reached the school gates, his gaze drifted toward the bike rack, where the same girl was crouched down, locking her bicycle into place. She moved with a quiet sort of efficiency, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before slipping a hair tie off her wrist. With calm, practiced movements, she gathered her hair into a sloppily made bun, letting a few strands fall loose around her face, securing it at the back of her head.

For someone who had been racing through the streets minutes ago, she moved unhurriedly now, her steps light, almost playful, as she made her way toward the school entrance.

Black tights. A tiny lemon patch sewn near the ankle.

Oh, it was the girl from the convenience store and the same girl from lunch. Yakisoba girl.

Strange how he never noticed her before. Now that he had, it felt like she was appearing everywhere.

Shaking off the thought, Isao stepped into the school, heading straight for his locker to change into his indoor shoes. He moved quickly, eager to drop off his bag before heading to the back of the school. If he wanted to find the girl who had given him that drink, the vending machine was his best bet.

After switching back into his outdoor shoes, he strode toward the back of the school. By now, more students had started arriving for early club activities, their voices filling the air with sleepy morning chatter.

As he rounded the corner, a familiar blur moved past him again, the same girl from before. She walked past him like she had all the time in the world. For someone who raced ahead on a bike, she always seemed just out of reach once she was on foot.

But she wasn't who he was looking for.

Isao exhaled, shaking his head as he reached his destination. The vending machine stood quietly in its usual spot, humming faintly in the stillness of the morning. He leaned against it, scanning the area.

He had no idea how long he'd have to wait or if she'd even show up at all.

But for now, he was willing to take the chance.

Pt. 8 - Lemon Patch Yakisoba Girl