When The Clock Striked Twelve || @asklaxus
Mirajane wrapped her fingers around the cup, trying to somewhat absorb the warmth. It was true that many of her nakama preferred to take a sip of beers--well, maybe more than just a sip--and she found it weird that their own head waitress actually wasn't very fond of the drink. She'd rather have a cup of tea... or hot chocolate, in this case.
But she found it even more weird that she couldn't loosen up and enjoy the night like she actually wanted.
Not that she didn't know the reason. She did. And the eldest Strauss, after series of toasts and plates of cake the girls baked together in the evening, couldn't help but look out the window every five minutes or so. Checking and checking and checking, and occasionally shot a glance at the clock. Why wasn't he here already?
Maybe he caught a cold, or simply didn't like this kind of thing. But at least he should show up, right? Master was there. He should at least drop by and have a drink or something.
Finally tired of the sight of her own fingers fidgeting, the white-haired woman stood up and put her coat on, glad she decided to throw an all-you-can-eat feast. Otherwise, both her and Kinana had to tend the bar even in this busy night. Sneaking out of the guild wasn't that hard, either--in seconds, she already closed the door behind her, and was about to walk down the road when she suddenly noticed a glimpse of blond hair in front of the guild.
"Oh." Mira suddenly blushed, choking in attempt to get her voice back. She would die of embarrassment if he found out she was worried over him being late--for a bit, come to think of it. Not to mention how attractive he looked under the snow. "I meant... hi."