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" Names "Written By: Helen
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to them, not to
me (which is probably a good thing). Pairing: 1+2 Rating: PG Warnings: AU, OOC, WAFF // Indicates Thoughts // gw500 challenge: #28 - “timing” Word Count: 506 "Names" Carefully pouring the strawberry syrup into the container, Heero quickly glanced up at the clock. 5:36 Capping the big bottle and putting it back on the bottom shelf, a faint smile crossed the unruly haired boy’s lips as he reached for one of the large plastic cups that had the shop’s logo on them. He opened the icebox and scooped out a large amount, enough to fill the cup to the top. //He should be done with basketball practice and changing by now,// Heero thought to himself as he went over to where the shakers were. Pouring some honey in one of the large ones and adding some dairy powder, he stirred the contents together with hot water while thinking about the braided boy. The said teen had become a regular customer at the place where Heero worked, having started to come in a few weeks ago. He came almost every day around 5:45, after basketball practice and he would order the same thing each time. It made it easier for Heero, he could make it before the violet-eyed teen arrived. The Japanese teen added half a cup of ice and some tea, closed the shaker, and shook it vigorously for a few seconds to make sure the contents were well mixed. Uncapping the shaker, he poured the drink into the plastic cup and sealed the top with the machine nearby. After rinsing out the shaker, he took out the cup from the sealing machine and wiped it off with a towel. Once again, cobalt blue eyes glanced up at the clock. 5:41 //Should be here soon.// Heero set the cup on the counter and waited patiently for the braided teen to arrive. So far, he hadn’t had the nerve to ask for the other’s name and he hadn't told him his either. He really wanted to know but the violet-eyed boy always seemed to be in a hurry. He would greet him, hand over the exact amount to pay for the drink, and leave. The bell on the door rang, indicating an incoming customer. Sure enough, it was *him*. Heero could barely contain the smile that was threatening to break through his usual stoic expression. “Hey there!” A grin accompanied the greeting and the braided teen reached into his pocket for money. “Hi… Here you go.” Heero pushed the large cup towards him. “You always seem to know when I’m coming!” the other laughed and placed three dollars on the counter. “Keep the change, okay? And…” He slipped another dollar bill into the tips jar. “For you.” He smiled and grabbed a straw, turning to leave with his drink. Heero watched him go, the braid swinging tantalizingly behind. It was now or never. “A-Anou! What’s your name?” The other turned around and smiled at him again. “Duo Maxwell!” “I’m Heero. Pleased to meet you, Duo.” “Ditto! I’ll see you tomorrow, Heero!” With one last wave, the braided teen - *Duo* - left. Heero finally let the smile cross his lips. //Finally… I know his name.// Owari |
