During the weekends hangout places like this were always crowded. This day was no exception for the axiom. Amongst plethora of people there's a peculiar white-haired male, whose scarlet orbs' gaze was transfixed to the screen of his phone. His free hand scratched the back of his head. "Dang. Did I go too early after all?" No messages about confirmation of seven other people's arrival. He came thirty minutes early because there's nothing to do at his apartment. 

Few days ago, one of Fuji's friends had orchestrated a mixer with a girl he met online. He'd been asked if he could join, and heck yeah he's going. After five days of consecutive must-attend important lectures and grueling part time jobs he deserved a change of pace. According to the organizers this would be a four-by-four mixer, all around university age. They were supposed to meet up in the mall probably to cater to the girls' need of quick shopping. 

It's not the first time he partook in this kind of activity. In fact, Fuji had dated a girl he met in a mixer during high school before they broke up two months later. He scowled in disdain. She was certainly as sweet as little sugar cube- but they weren't exactly a match made in heaven alright. First dates were okay. Last ones were a disaster. In a nutshell, Fuji didn't expect much prospect of meeting someone he fancied in this event. Even if there was, there's no guarantee she wouldn't be another letdown. But flirting, his forte, was a whole different thing. There's no way he would miss the chance to sweep them off their feet with sugarcoated words, as innocent and sweet as sin. Perhaps ask for their numbers too when he's at it. His friends would be elated, so it's a win win for everyone.

It seemed none of other participants had come yet. Perhaps they were too busy dressing up to the nines for this occasion? They surely anticipated the mixer more seriously than he did. While it's only courtesy to arrive earlier than their female companions it seemed Fuji's friends didn't have his politeness, or lack thereof. A self appreciating smile made its way across his face as he strolled past a darkened shop window. Fuji found himself staring at a white haired male clad in unzipped red hoodie, white shirt, and light blue jeans on the other side of the makeshift mirror. Attire he had picked in less than five minutes before he departed. Why the trouble choosing clothes- he would always look handsome regardless of what he wore. 

Another transient confirmatory glance at the screen. Twenty five minutes until their scheduled rendezvous. Still enough time to indulge in his aimless walk. A flick blackened the screen of the phone, which he slipped into right denim pocket. As the Red awaited notification sound from his phone, Fuji let his feet wander around in lieu of sitting idly at the lobby. Sauntering inside enclosed building indeed nulls one's sense of outdoor environment, although the image of belligerent dark clouds when he was about to enter the building was still vivid in his memory. Weather forecast had predicted short rainfall albeit all omens he'd witnessed promised something more than a mere shower.

All he could do was pray for good weather, lest he would risk being unable to leave the shopping mall because of an umbrella's absence in his current possession. Not to mention the event he had looked forward into. Hopefully the mixer wouldn't risk jeopardize because their assembly took place in this shopping mall while the actual event would be held in a family restaurant a couple of blocks away. Unless, of course, the weather took a turn for the worse.