Kit's Campus Stories: Sho
"So are you gonna order, or..." Kit was brought out of her thoughts by a voice above her, causing her to look up from her phone and see Sho's expectant gaze.
She was so stuck in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the line move on. "Sorry. I, uh... Never mind." Her face burned as she left the line. Kit made a beeline for a free bench nearby, looking back at her phone screen.
When someone sat next to her, she turned to ask them to leave until she realized it was Sho. "You forgot this," He said, giving her a to-go container. She didn't think much time had passed, but it was apparently long enough for him to make an order and close up the truck.
"I didn't order," Kit replied lamely.
Rolling his eyes, Sho leaned back against the bench. "You order the same thing every time."
She opened the container, and sure enough, it was her usual. It smelled amazing as always, but in that moment, all it did was make her stomach churn. "I'm not really hungry." Kit looked back at the food truck in the distance, where there was still a long line. "You didn't have to do this, but thanks. You can get back to work, now."
"A guy can't take a break? Who are you, my boss?" Kit snorted softly. "What’s up with you, anyway? Why'd you freak out?"
"I didn't freak out." Kit pursed her lips and sighed. "I just... It’s dumb." Sho didn't say anything, instead continuing to look at her, waiting for her to elaborate. "... There was this guy," She finally relented. "He asked me out, but we never ended up going on the date because of my curse. I... I just saw a post with his new girlfriend. That’s all. I know it sounds petty—"
"You had a life, and now you're watching it move on without you."
Kit leaned forward, her shoulders falling. "Yeah."
"You realize that we all know exactly how that feels, right?" Sho asked. "So, does that mean you're calling us dumb and petty?"
"Of course not. I'd only call Leo that."
Sho let out a sharp exhale as a laugh before holding out his hand. "Lemme see this guy you're all torn up about."
"I'm not torn up about him," She protested weakly, giving him the phone opened to the post.
The twisted face of befuddlement was probably the biggest reaction she'd ever seen from Sho. "This is your type?"
"Shut up!" Kit snatched her phone back with a laugh. "I don't have a physical 'type—'"
"Yeah, I can tell."
More laughter escaped as she elbowed him. "You're an asshole."
"Yeah, whatever." He smirked and propped his elbows up on the back of the bench. "From what I've seen, though, it looks like you're moving on, too."
He was right. Kit hadn't even thought about her previous life in while before seeing the social media post. "Thanks, Sho."
Curling his hand into a fist, he lightly knocked it against her arm. "Don't get sappy on me. I'd better get back." He stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. "See ya around."
"Wait! How much do I owe you?" Kit rifled through her bag to find her wallet when he stopped her.
"You didn't order. Don't worry about it."
He left before she could thank him again. Now on her own once more, she opened up her lunch container, her appetite returning.