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Today's been so weird... I don't really know what to make of Anthony's gesture. He's probably just being friendly but... I can't help but doubt myself. I can't tell if he's just being nice or if maybe... There's no way. Love never happens like that. Love takes time to grow. But then... is his invitation...? Maybe... Who knows other than him...

I sigh heavily, the captivating sight of countless celestial bodies smattering the black silken tapestry of the night's sky greets me as I open my eyes. I can't help but smile as I look through the glass ceiling, my thoughts of worry seeming to pause for a moment.

I stretch out, my fingers touching the end of my bed and my toes spreading apart as I do, the familiar sound of almost forgotten classical music lulling me into a calmer, more thoughtful state.

The elegant dance of violin and piano take me back to my nights out in the woods back home, only my music there to keep me company. I'd stay out all night and sleep in the next day, only to be awoken by my mother's gentle touch and the warmth of the light of noon. We'd have freshly baked rolls and goat cheese together, my meal complemented by the sweet taste of peach tea, while hers was touched up by the creamy but slightly bitter taste of coffee. Stuff was so simple back then...

I take a deep breath before sitting up slipping out of bed, my hindpaws touching the ground without a sound. I glance over at my phone, the small cellular device resting next to the note that Anthony had given me earlier.

Should I? I mean... I said I was going to... But...

I step over to my desk, my paw hesitantly hovering above it.

I said I would. Besides, it'd be rude to stand him up after he took the initiative to leave me the note. And, hell, I kinda wanna meet up with him...

I lift the slip of paper and read out the numbers that trail the end of his invitation.

677... 193... 501... 12...

With several swift taps, I enter the number into my phone and press the "call" button, not giving myself time to react otherwise. The quiet dial tone plays several time before cutting off abruptly.

"This is Anthony Sylvers, how may I help you?"

His voice sounded strained, the twang of nervousness easily picked up on.

"H-Hey, Anthony."

The line goes quiet for a moment.

"H-Hello, David. I uh..."

"I found your note," I reply, cutting him of before he could fumble a hasty excuse to depart.

"O-Oh?"

I smile instinctively.

"Yeah. I uh... I actually work at Café Chosho. Friday's usually my day off, so I wouldn't mind going with you."

Again, silence befalls our conversation, a muffled sigh rolling past my span of attention.

"Y-You work there?"

"Yeah. I usually organize the books and brew the tea. Have you ever been?"

"Only once with a friend of mine..." he replies shyly.

"Well, I'd love to go with you," I giggle, as a warm smile stretches from cheek to cheek.

"R-Really? I mean... Are you sure?"

I nod as if we were having a face to face conversation.

"Of course I'm sure, Anthony. When would you like to meet? Any time is good for me."

Anthony shuffles about for a moment before replying in his endearingly timid tone of voice.

"Would... one thirty pm be good for you?"

"Sure. I'll be sure to meet you there on time, alright?"

"A-Alright. And..."

He pauses, as if trying to find the proper words to express himself.

"Thank you, David. I was... hoping you'd say yes..."

I feel the warmth of my blush stroke my cheeks.

"I... I was actually a bit hesitant to call but... I'm glad I did," I reply, my voice fluttering as countless butterflies flit about my stomach.

Anthony chuckles.

"Well... I guess we'll be seeing each other on Friday, then?"

I grin and nod.

"Yup! Can't wait to see you, Anthony," I mew.

"Can't wait to see you either," he replies, his voice soft like the ocean breeze.

A warm, soothing sort of quiet drapes itself over our conversation, allowing us a moment to simple enjoy the other's presence.

"T-Talk to ya soon," Anthony murmurs.

"Talk to ya later," I sigh, my face still alight with the glow of red.

And with that, our conversation comes to a close.

He's so sweet... I could tell he was struggling to talk to me but... he marched on anyway. It's so nice of him to do something like that. Guess I really am glad I called, huh?

I turn up my music, the elegant dance of fingers against the black and white keys slipping into my conscious thought as I flop back on my bed.

I can't believe I did that. It's so weird to feel like this... Just this morning I was hoping to share my time with someone and now I've arranged for a meeting with a sweet young drake...

I groan, rolling over onto my stomach.

It's not like that, Dave. Get those thoughts out of your head. He's your friend. He's just wanting to get to know you better.

My fingers curl around the excess fabric of my pillow cover, the faint scent of flowers filling my nose.

But... What if he's looking for something else? What if our friendship is just a stepping stone in the process? Could he...? Would he...? I don't know... Besides, it's a bit silly of me to be thinking of such things after we've only just met. I should just let it go... Things will take their course as they always do. If something comes up, you'll deal with it, like you always have done.

My arms wrap around my pillow, the weight of something within my arms and against my chest bringing me an odd comfort.

I wonder... what does it feel like to be held?

The image of what I had seen in the crystal ball flashes back, the sight of the white drake holding me causing my heart to flutter.

Warm and safe... like I'm with someone strong... someone who won't hurt me...

I moan softly, burying my face in the pillow.

Someone who'll be there keep me company and to share my hours with. Someone to kiss and to love... someone to dispel the loneliness...

I pull my legs close as I press the pillow firmly against my chest.

Someone to be with... someone to love back... How... does that feel? How does it feel to love someone? How does it feel to open yourself up to them and let them glimpse within you? How does it feel to make love to them? Two naked forms gently holding each other, bringing one another closer than words could ever describe. What is it like? I wish I knew...

I take deep breath, the image of Anthony smiling leaping into my mind as I do. I blush even more deeply, shutting my eyes and shivering as I grip the pillow even more tightly.

Ugh... I just met him! It's not supposed to work like that... is it?

I curl my tail between my legs, a soft sigh passing my lips as I do.

Maybe I don't understand how it's supposed to work... Maybe I've just got the wrong idea about it... However it is, I can't really deny how sweet he is. So shy and kind and... handsome... and...

The heat of my blush and the trace of arousal within my loins quickly bring me back from my thoughts, a muffled moan escaping into the air as I roll over onto my back.

"Maybe love's right in front of me and all I've gotta do is reach out 'n grab it," I sigh, lifting up my paw to trace a small heart among the stars.

Who knows... Maybe Friday's trip to the Café will answer some questions. Regardless, I'd best get some rest. No need to stay up and be tired at work tomorrow.

I sit up and set my pillow aside, quickly slipping out of my shirt and baggy pants I fancied wearing around the apartment. The pile of still-warm clothes plop the ground without a sound, my hindpaws following just behind them as I set my glasses on my desk.

With a deft leap, I hop back on to my bed and reach for my blanket, the warm scent of a good night's sleep dangling from the edges of the plain fabric. With ease, I wrap myself in the thick, fluffy material, my paws finding my spare pillow and pulling in close to me again.

"Good night... Sleep well..." I mutter, the warm weight of my pillow provoking dreamy thoughts of loving comfort.

I could just image the figure from before holding me, whispering remarks as sweet as sugar cubes into my wanting ears. My stomach can't seem to escape the tingling of the butterfly's dance, the intimate images that had taken residence in my thoughts provoking my desire for closeness.

C'mon, Dave, you need sleep. No time to keep thinking about this stuff...

I try to focus, the image of the figure and I sharing a bed for the night coming to mind.

I smile, a faint giggle leaving me as I nuzzle my pillow lovingly.

Good night, Anthony... Sleep well...