Remembering Sunday

'Forgive me, I'm trying to find

My calling, I'm calling at night

I don't mean to be a bother,

But have you seen this girl?'

There's a single spotlight all for themselves like they're the center of all. Most especially, there were nothing else except them. All dressed into black formal clothing, enough to tell each other that they're matched together.

She wears a black tube dress just above her knees. Her hair perfectly curled in its ends and she moves like an experienced waltz dancer.

He wears a black and red pinestriped suit perfectly fit and loose in places. His hair looked amazingly spiky yet soft to the touch and he led her like a fragile ballet dancer.

With the spotlight following their dancing, his red eyes holding her green eyes, he never seem to get tired of how alive her eyes were. He held her hand like he never wanted to let go and he guided her like he doesn't want to break them apart.

...'Riiinnnggggg... Riiiinnnnnggggg... Riiinnngggg'... the sound of his alarm clock echoed his room which in return annoyed the heck out of him. But even so, he always sets his alarm for his usual routine every weekdays and Sunday, Saturday being his rest day. But this time he thought of something else... He wants to eat outside for a change before going to work.

He snoozed his alarm clock and sat up while rubbing his hazy eyes. He dreamed of her in different moments which were weird because they were always romantically attracted. He stopped thinking about it and hurriedly walked to his bathroom to take a bath.

But in the shower, he thought of her. Not in a perverted 'I'm-going-to-think-of-you-lying-on-my-kitchen-cou nter-naked' way, he thought of her simply of why he always dreamed of her. The same girl... Over and over again.

Not every day... But at times, she's there. And he wakes up wondering that he's still on his bed.

The same girl, who had this innocent look. Who had a natural thought of innocence. And he doesn't even know her nor seen her. He thought hard during his shower and stopped the thought easily after finishing.

Exactly coming out of the shower, his phone rang. He answered the phone and the other line was none other than his best friend, Black Star.

"Soul! Are you up? Hey... Tsubaki is inviting you for dinner, it's a celebration for your promotion. Congratulations again, man!" he chuckled under the phone and smiled.

"Thank you, Black Star. But I have to pass... Being a chief assistant means I have to take responsibility. But I'll come by at Saturday"

"Soul, maybe that's why you're single. You're 23, you have to have at least someone right now or you'll die unhappy. Don't work too much... I'm sounding like your mother but please... No pressure. I'll see you at Sat".

Soul sighed heavily. His friend always mentions about him living his life with a status of being single but Soul doesn't complain. In fact, he's life is okay to be exact. "Yes mom, I'll see you at Sat. Bye"

He changed into his usual work uniform. A sharp navy blue collared long sleeved top with a pinned logo of the police department with black slacks to partner. Even though his arms weren't visible by the sleeves, people could tell that he's fit and built in perfect places.

He jabbed his phone in his pocket and attached a few equipments over his body. Before getting his police cap and exiting his apartment block. Soul is not familiar to the city he currently lives in because apparently he only has three destinations to follow. The house of Black Star, his apartment block and his work place. But today he wants to eat breakfast outside...

Soon, he found himself sitting outside the restaurant alone. A waiter approached him and asked for his order. He ordered a heavy breakfast meal and waited. He enjoyed most of his time looking at the view in front of him.

Skyscrapers, buildings, cars in fast speed to run in without being late for work, people walking up in front of him with cellphones or speed walking for work in rush hour. Today, he noticed that looking for a relationship is not a priority in the age of someone working like him.

But he was caught off guard when he saw someone... Someone so familiar that he just had to stand up and forget about his order. He followed her, she was fifteen feet ahead of him as people walking everywhere slowed him.

Soul excused himself a couple of times before running towards her direction but she was already on the other side of the street. Her hair colored like the sun as it shined above her, he waited for the que to cross the road and he didn't take his eyes off her.

From red to green, he hurriedly speed walked until he was just five feet from her. Before she noticed, he pulled her arm to turn her around.

"Hey? What are you doing?" his face fell into disappointment. He removed his grip on her arm and apologized.

"I'm sorry, madam. I thought you were somebody else" like most of rich new yorker girls like her, she rolled her eyes and staggered away, complaining about the people this days through someone on the phone.

He lowered his head from embarrassment and walked back to the restaurant. He doesn't even know why he's looking for her, he just feels it's the right thing to do. Because dreaming about her and not meeting her drove him crazy...

Not until now...

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, let me help" Soul just needs to cross the street and walk a few steps to reach the restaurant but the girl he bumped into slowed him. Her books scattered on the floor as he offered his help.

He was facing her head, all out of its yellow in color but he could tell that she's blonde. He stooped together with her to pick up the books on the floor.

"You must be in a hurry, I'm really sorry" when he stood up, he offered a smile. The girl slowly stood up and looked up at him. Soon, his smile turned into a wordless shock. The girl from his dreams stood in front of him. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blazer, she looked like a very busy woman.

"It's okay... Um... Officer? A-are you alright? Officer... Hey!" Soul snapped out of a trance and properly gazed back at her.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright. But... Have we ever met... Or something?" the girl sweetly smiled, showing perfect sets of white teeth. He smiled back in return, holding the back of his neck from nervousness.

"Kind of feels like you're hitting on me"

"Oh no, no... That's not it, you see a police officer's requirement is to lose everything about flirting and women" he held her smile by a smile and she didn't frowned. She chuckled before taking the books from him.

"Sounds like you're going to offer something" Soul lowered his head before offering another smile.

"Yeah... I am. I'm kind of asking you for coffee. But not because I'm hitting on you or anything. I just feel like you can use some coffee" the girl idly stared at him before flashing her set of teeth.

"Of course, officer" Soul leads the way towards the restaurant to find out that someone else sat down on his sit before and the tables were all occupied outside.

"I was supposed to be sitted here but I guess officers are not welcomed here" he scratched the back of his neck and the girl chuckled once again.

"You know what, you look more like you need the coffee. Come on, I know somewhere with great coffee" Soul felt embarrasseed because he ended up following her instead of him leading her.

Soul wasn't used to talking to women but he experienced having girlfriends but that was it. Nothing special about hitting on women or getting them to bed.

They ended up in a small coffee shop in the corner of a book store with fewer people and the view of the park just in front of them.

Soul ordered a full platter of breakfast while the girl ordered a freshly brewed coffee. The girl smiled at him like it was involuntary for her to smile just like breathing. He felt kind of awkward and embarrassed for no apparent reason.

Soon, Soul couldn't help but stare at her. Not because she's beautiful, and she is indeed very beautiful. But today is the day, he had met her. On a Sunday, a day without extraordinary moments except this.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked with a small smile. Her smile wasn't trying to look pretty or cute because without even moving her face, she looks beautiful.

"Because you're beautiful. An officer doesn't lie, you know" maybe he knows a pinch of flirting because this time, he winked at her and flashed a small smile. The girl chuckled and sipped her coffee.

"I'm not beau-"

"You're a combination of Emma Stone and yourself. Except you have green eyes and blonde hair. I enjoy watching beautiful people they're like moving views from a distance"

"Thank you, officer. Feels weird that an officer just said that. I thought you were going to arrest me earlier though"

"Come on, what officer are you expecting anyway?"

"You know... Fat bloated officers who can't even see their own feet and loves eating doughnuts that sort of officer" Soul couldn't do anything but cackle a laughter.

"Jesus, that's kind of stupid. That's why I park my car as far away as possible to any doughnut places. People assume police officers and doughnuts mix well like peanut butter and jelly" Maka cackled hard enough that tears started to form on the corners of her eyes.

"My god that's the funniest thing I've ever heard from an officer. You know, I was thinking earlier that I was part of a TV show where you'll reveal in the end that you're some actor disguised in a uniform"

"On shit, am I that obvious? There's the camera..." Soul leaned and pointed on a plant as he watched the horrid look on her face before grinning one time or two.

"Nice, you got me huh? I really thought... Oh no... I have a blemish on my face... I've been fooled. Why aren't officers more like you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, have you seen yourself? You don't look like an officer... You look like a movie star"

"I get that a lot. It sounds okay but it's sad when you think of it because teenagers would come near me and be like 'omg! omg! it's whoever his name is, can we take pictures with incredibly annoying poses?'

"Jesus, stop it. I'm actually thinking of getting a picture with you and post it in my instagrab"

"Goddamn, you sound like my cousin"

"Oh, I forgot to ask... What's your name?"

"Right, I'm Maka Albarn" she extended her arm for him to shake. He flashed a smile before introducing himself.

"I'm Officer Soul Evans, madam" instead of shaking her hand, he performed a high school greeting. A 'bro' fist common during the periods of virginities and alcohol.

"Really... I wish for more officers who's enthusiastic like you. Officers are always serious with superglued emotionless faces"

"Believe it or not, there are more officers like me nowadays. You should have seen my employee of the month picture. We policemen are serious at work but we're not a CSI worth serious actors. We'd butt laugh about it"

"Now I regret my work... You sir, inspired me to become a police woman"

"Why? Aren't you happy teaching kids?" she narrowed her eyes in confusion. Soul cursed mentally to himself about assuring that she's a teacher.

"You thought that I'm a teacher?" he slowly nodded and she started laughing once again.

"That's a whole new level of impression. No, I'm not a teacher. I'm a company consultant at 'BIND' publishing company. It sounds boring and it is boring... Boring boring"

Finally, a server approached them and served Soul's order since he has been hungry even before he met Maka. He ate silently but he's very fast like soldier fast when it comes to eating. He ate bacons in not less than three minutes together with a small amount of rice. He lastly ate the eggs, realizing how fast he ate, he started to slow himself down.

"Do you know why I like eating the eggs last?" he asked out of nowhere while Maka was a bit busy looking through her phone.

"Uhh, no. Why?"

"So that I could still talk to you" Maka flashed a smile and pointed her finger towards him.

"That's strike two, you know. But officer Soul, I have to go. It was very nice talking to you though" she stood up and was ready to leave but he stopped her by taking hold of her arm gently.

"Wait... I was kind of hoping of seeing you again. To invite you or something" he nervously placed a hand on the back of his neck again. Maka looked up at him seriously, feeling a bit nervous like him.

"You don't even know me, officer Soul" they were both silent for a while before he thought of speaking before she leaves.

"You're right... I don't know much about you but I do know that I want to see you again" he held her gaze. His red eyes staring directly to her green ones and slowly his lips curl into a smile, this time showing his teeth.

Just like in his dreams...

Soon, she followed and slowly smiled.

"But you could be a disguising criminal who'll probably dump my body in a lake or something"

"You're right... Except that I'm not a criminal and I'm a good law-abiding police officer" Maka chuckled at this and started to walk away.

"I'll see you soon, Soul" a first by calling him without an 'officer' she smirked before Soul stopped her again.

"Wait, when will I see you?"

"Well... I have a gut feeling that you'll see me" this time, he didn't stopped her. She exited the small shop and left the officer who was still at daze and probably wowed by the extraordinary moment today.