Following him to the bench, she took a seat next to him. Crossing her legs, she began playing with her hair, twirling it around her finger as her gaze averted. Perhaps bringing this up was a bad idea, she wasn't used to talking about the stress at work.
"That's just going to start more rumors...! People are going to mistake you for some thug."
That, and the idea of people saying things about him didn't sit well with her. Not that she'd ever admit it.
"I'll just deal with it like I always have. It's just words, after all," she said, although it was clear it still bothered her, why else would she bring it up in the first place.
"Whatever, it's nothing. It's always been this way, I'm used to it by now."
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Hearing him repeat those words she'd called him made her heart sting; how she had wished to forget them. Sure, at the moment, she felt it was justified, but having thought back on it thousands of times since then... it made a bad memory, to say the least. One she'd have to relive every time the image of him popped up in her mind.
"... I haven't been doing anything," as much as it hurt her pride to admit it, not much had changed in her life since they last spoke. For all that talk about changing how life was treating her, not much had been done since their breakup.
Her eyes focused on the river, watching it flow against the edge. She'd always liked this place, especially hanging out there after drinking with him. Although she hadn't been there since they broke up, it still looked the same as it did back then.
"Same job, same bad reputation. Someone spread a new rumor about me the other day," she looked at him, trying to seem as if it didn't bother her much as it truly did. "I'm sure that doesn't come as a surprise."
Another pause. "... Fine," she eventually replied, averting her gaze as her face heated up, seemingly embarrassed that he would remember something as small as that.
She looked at his hand, contemplating whether to take it before standing up from her seat. She held onto her purse before turning towards the exit in an attempt to hide her face from him.
With that, she began walking away from the bar towards the door. Her heels clicked firmly against the floor as she insisted on walking ahead of him, not stopping until they finally exited the building.
Feeling the cool wind hit her face, it was a nice change from the stuffy air of the bar.
"Finally, some fresh air," she sighed, turning to face him. "How... how are you feeling? Not too drunk, I hope."
He was right about that; she was acting difficult despite wanting to talk to him. It almost made her feel a little bad, making her wonder if she was being too harsh. But despite her true desires, she found it challenging to act the way she actually wanted to. Even cracking a smile was difficult, knowing it would likely become the subject of teasing.
He seemingly had little problem reverting back to how they used to be, making her feel nostalgic for their times before. Even though their breakup had seemed inevitable, she couldn't help but wonder if things could have turned out differently had they just tried...
Then came his question. It was indeed out of the blue, making her pause for a moment. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. "I'm not," the words slowly rolled out of her mouth. "Why do you ask?"
What might just have been teasing to him posed a question for her, would she go to his place? She wasn't too fond of the bar, and if they wanted something more than banter going, it would be best to go somewhere more private.
Then again, would she be able to stick to her pride rather than follow her desires as soon as she got him alone?
"I told you, I'm on a diet," despite her words, she didn't reject it, looking at the tiny glasses with seeming interest. As sober as she had wished to remain during their meeting, something as small as some shots wouldn't hurt, right?
Pushing away her drink, she took one of the shots and gulped it down all at once, feeling the hot liquid run down her throat. Swallowing, she exhaled, then turned to Jason.
"Hey, you better not be trying to get me drunk. I came here expecting some conversation, not us drunk out of our minds."
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She was about to swivel her head around to look at his hand on her waist, only to be stopped as he cupped her cheek and brought his face way too close to hers. Takara blinked as her gaze locked into his eyes. She could feel her face growing hotter, her mouth hanging open before she began sputtering again.
"I am not attracted to you! I mean, I was but—!"
She cut herself off, not wanting to continue that line of discussion. As if she could admit to still finding him attractive. It's hard getting over your first love, after all.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself down.
"Can you at least not do this here? People will think we're some weird, exhibitonist couple."
He didn't seem convinced, and his following words confirmed it all. Crap. Takara took an unnaturally long sip of her beer, feeling her face heat up. While she hoped it was from the alcohol, she knew the reason for it was right next to her.
Their surroundings got louder and louder; however, Takara didn't seem to notice it at all. What she did notice, however, was the touch upon her side.
"H-Hey, where are you touching?" she turned to face him, only to notice Jason's face was rather close to hers. She swallowed, feeling her face get even warmer as she prepared herself to speak.
"I said, you look fine! As in, you look the same as you did back then...!"
There was that 'baby' again, a simple word that only brought back memories from their times before. All she could do was do her best to ignore it, pretend as if she didnt hear it.
"... No reason. I mean, I thought you were... you know." She leaned back as if retreating from him, mentally reaching for any words that would be furthest from the truth. "I thought you'd gotten into trouble—started gambling and spent all your money, or something."
Takara's brows furrowed—that only made it sound like she cared about him. Looking for an escape from talking, she reached for her beer, about to take a sip before a few more words slipped out. "Whatever, you look fine."