As she leaned forward, the miniskirt that she was wearing crawled up her long legs. I gazed at her upon instinct and gasped when I saw the thin cotton...panties that were underneath that tiny miniskirt. The girl's panties were white with purple lace and did little to hide the ass that was underneath them. However, the thing that stuck out the most about her panties was those little pink flowers. They were scattered across her panties. A line of bright pink flowers covered the area where her. "I'm not thinking about him ever again," she sighed, tossing her wavy brown hair over one petite shoulder; her hair looked so soft I just itched to touch it. "I'm a strong, independent woman; I don't need a boyfriend." She giggled semi-drunkenly into her beer.I chuckled, raising my beer in a silent toast; Jackie smiled her sexy little grin in return and we both went back to watching sports highlights in the darkened bar. It was our nightly post-work ritual and we'd been doing it for four years. Yahiko: It's true. That's Kaoru. It's all too late. Kaoru was killed, and Kenshin was broken. And I couldn't do a thing about it... (Out of nowhere, Misao whacks him on the head with her traveling bag.)Misao: I don't want to hear you cry! That's pathetic!Yahiko: Hey!Misao: You can snivel later. (She pulls out a book and slams it down in front of him.) Right now there's something for you to do! This is what Kaoru asked me to bring. The diary where Himura's late wife recorded her real feelings.. ”“Are you looking for anything in particular?”“No.” I continued to browse for a few moments, then looked at her again. My heart was pounding: this was my only chance. If it went wrong, at least I would never have to come back here. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you really are very beautiful.”Her dark eyes darted to the side, and she smiled: she had dimples. “Thank you.”“Would you like to go for coffee, sometime?”She looked surprised, but her smile grew. “Okay.” Such a direct approach.