[PS] The Restaurant

[Android-18]

After dozing off for what may have been hours, she lifted her head and stared off toward the various brushes and trees. Her eyes were glazed with sleepiness, but she knew that sleeping out here was likely a bad thing. Slowly the android lifted herself to her feet and brushed off her arms and thighs. She craned her neck left and right and shook out her limbs. The false sunlight was still shining down upon the park, but she cared little. Carefully she began trekking through the foliage and toward the exit. There was likely a bed just waiting for her, it would be more comfortable than the ground.

The signs and maps lead her to the correct area. It was a place similar to that of hotel, although not as glorious. She secured herself a room and promptly made her way too it. It was nothing special. It was a small room with two beds, and some other things. The blonde wasn?t concerned with luxury. She settled down on the comfortable mattress and then stretched out upon it. The ceiling was dull, so she turned onto her side and dragged one of the pillows into her arms. A sigh ensued, and she closed her eyes. She was actually pretty tired, it was surprising. It was likely that she was stressed.

Why wasn?t she even bothering to find him? Every other time she did, and he was always there. This time she was doing little to nothing. Anyone who saw her now would think she was nothing but a weak human. Of course, that could always work to her advantage. She could have the element of surprise. Still, she was god awfully lonely. All it would take was a quick search with her ki sense and the will to go out there.

What could be said? She was a mess. After sitting back up and then going to run cold water upon her face, she shook off the tiredness and exited the cozy room. It was highly probable that he was in his usual place, doing his usual routine. Some things never changed. In all truth, she did not know how long had passed. It felt like weeks, but it could have been less, or more. She rubbed her eyes and wandered away from the living quarters. Sure she was nervous, a little scared, and maybe even unsure of if he?d be happy to see her. It was his way; he was never all that sensitive, was he? Through all the time she?d known him, he?d always been that kind of guy. Not quite sure of her, and going along with life wherever it took him.

She stopped outside. The sound of talking and glasses and cutlery clicking together could be heard. She sighed and gazed at the people that both ate and talked. There was a bar, and a lot of people were drinking and minding their own business there. She felt as if time slowed down. People passed by her, and she hardly noticed. Even from where she stood she could see that ridiculously long hair and slouching posture. How many drinks had he had? Chances were that he had not even left this place since he arrived. She did wander closer, but remained away. It was nice just seeing him.