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Himmel's in line for a coffee when he sees her. Long white hair, dress that seems a little out of style for this day and age but beautiful on her nonetheless.
“...Sir, your coffee order?”
He watches her turn the corner outside, and his heart thrums, desperate to follow.
“Don’t think I need one today actually,” he finds himself saying, even though he’d been up all night. The company hero.
If he's fired today for being late, for once he doesn't think he'd care.
Huffing a laugh, he hurries out onto the sidewalk, hand blocking the sun from his eyes before he spots her two blocks away. Crouched down, staring through the window of an old bookstore.
You can do it, he thinks as he makes his way over. He doesn't actually know what he's doing, only that he can't let this chance slip away.
Within earshot, he calls, “Which is your favorite?”
His heart stutters when she looks up.
“All of them." Her hands brush under her skirt as she stands. “I can't decide which one to buy.”
God, he's sure he knows her from somewhere. He just can't seem to place it. “...I'm sorry, but do we–”
“You're looking young again, Himmel. Is it magic?”
Magic? Himmel’s heart beats a little faster. “You know me?”
“Of course. It's been a long time since I last saw you, though.”
A childhood friend?
“You were going to ask me something,” she adds, bouncing forward on her toes in the cutest possible way. “What was it?” He resists a sudden unexplainable urge to pat her on the head.
“Do you... want to get a coffee with me?”
A smile spreads across her face, one that Himmel's sure he's seen in his dreams.
“Can we go somewhere with dessert? I'm craving pudding."