She had waited a long time for this day. For him to be able to get out of basketball practice early and to be able to hang out with her.

Were they going out?

Certainly not. They were both too shy for that.

"I'm thinking of taking up business or something."

"Really," she takes a sip of her latte as they walk around the mall. "Sounds hard."

He laughs, "it does, so I'm counting on you."

She sighs, a sad smile pulling at the corner of her lips, "you won't always be able to count on my impeccable notes, you know that?"

"Why is that?"

"I'm taking a different track."

"Oh, I see."

So it was like this, huh? For all those secret glances at each other, all those friendly touches, all those passed notes, all those pictures, all gone.

"It's too bad," she says as looks up at him mischievously, "you won't have anyone to back you up when you goof off anymore."

"Now that you mention it, seeing as we're going to different courses, I won't be able to taste your sweets anymore."

"I won't be able to watch dramas with you during lunch anymore."

"Hey, no need to sound so melodramatic. We're in different courses not in different schools. It's not like we'll never see each other again."

"Yeah. I guess."

"You can come over and watch that anime with me anytime."

"Oh, so I'm the one going to your class?"

"Why not? You'd need the exercise."

"For your information, I've been running 5 miles everyday!"

"Your wrist is still bigger than mine's," he smirks as he grabs her wrist, comparing her milky white complextion with his own tanned one. There is a pregnant pause that hangs in the air between the two of them, it happens in an instant. One minute, he is comparing his wrist with hers and the next, their hands are tangling with each other, fingers intertwining and warmth melting with each other.

"I'll miss you," he says, voice barely higher than a whisper.

"Why are you saying that," she asks, "we'll still see each other again, won't we?"

A bitter smile is etched on his face as he drops her hand, "I guess."