Early Evening in the Claire De Lune Cafe
"Finally, after a grueling day fixing watches and replacing batteries, I have the energy to relax comfortably at Clair De Lune. It's perfectly safe and less crowded here. The only thing that filled the silence was the faint clinking of cups, plates, and soft piano music.
I took out an extra wind-up key from my purse as I ran a finger over it, thinking about another project I have in mind. Perhaps something that may involve a dancing cats music box...
Oh great... How clumsy of me to drop my wind-up key, only for some stranger to inadvertently step on it.
'I'm sorry, please forgive me!'
'I apologize, miss. I should've looked where I'm going and it's all my fault. Here you go. I'm truly sorry!'
I stared up at the man for a long moment... white hair... silver eyes... he apologizes profusely for stepping on my wind-up key. I told him not to worry about it. Because the last thing I need is a complete stranger ruining it without any regrets."
-Amelie