Kiwi Kiss didn't like mournful reminiscing. She liked staying in the present whenever she could-- focus on what was right in front of her and enjoy life as it slowly unfolded. It was simpler, anyway. Simpler and healthier, she found. Sometimes, though, when the days got particularly quiet and she didn't have a soul to speak to it was harder. Days like today, where the store remained empty and Kiwi leaned over the counter, idly drawing her hoof over her sales book with a sigh. She wasn't naive. She looked it, at times, and was treated like she was, but... she wasn't. She knew a store devoted to exclusively selling kiwi-themed things was going to sometimes face hard times, especially in December. Who wanted fruit then? Well, she did, but other than her... well, she just didn't have the customer base of fanatics like her. Things were slow around this time, even with her wintery-themed kiwi pastries. Slow and lonely. The cafe that hosted singles nights had been hosting more events than usual, hoping to give the desperate singles someone to bring home for the holidays, but Kiwi Kiss had stopped attending. She could hear her brother chastising her gently for the decision, but something about December felt melancholic in the love department, reminding her just how slow her love life actually was. At least she had friends this year! That was absolutely a plus. But, on days like these, when customers, family, and friends were busy, she found herself reminiscing. Remembering the cute girl that had made her heart hammer in her chest whenever she stopped by. Remembering the scent of the sea on her whenever she graced Kiwi Kiss with her company. Remembering how the day before she had vanished to the dreaded waters Kiwi had clutched her chest and readied her breath to ask her if their heart fluttered like Kiwi's. Ughhhh. Kiwi Kiss sighed wistfully and rubbed her face into the counter, hooves fussing with her hair. "Stopppp," she whined, wings fluttering in frustration. "The ships are docking soon, I gotta pep up!" She slapped at her face and nodded, pushing her chest out. Yes! Ship docking meant more customers usually since they were hungry for something sweet (or alcoholic, which she also had) and her store was right by the beach. She had no time to mope about! @Atmadja |