Kagome waited at the restaurant for an hour and a half before giving up on him. Ignoring the sympathetic looks from the waitresses and the smirks of the busboys, she paid for her single, melting drink and gathered up her belongings.
"He stood me up, Miroku," she said when she hit the sidewalk, her cell phone cradled between her shoulder and ear.
"Really? Are you going over to his place to check on him?"
She frowned up at the street signs. "Maybe. It could be nothing. He could have been busy."
"He's working for Naraku. This could be far more than getting caught at the office like any normal boyfriend, Kagome." He paused. "You can't be afraid of every shadow now that there's more to care about than getting a criminal off the street."
"I hate it when you know what I'm thinking," she murmured.
She could almost hear the understanding smile in his voice. "That's what I'm here for," he said before his tone brightened. "He probably just fell asleep. You can wake him up, tell him all about my <