Pressing her lower lip to the edge of her glass, Sakura made a face.
“Am I just stupid or are you not making any sense right now?” she asked, pointing. Thumping the table with her fist, Temari laughed.
“She’s got a point there, Sasu-cakes,” she interjected. Sasuke scowled.
“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled.
“Hunk-point-0. Prince Prissy,” Temari went on. Sasuke glared at Sakura.
“Control her,” he demanded. Sakura grimaced again, harder.
“I wish I could,” lamented Sakura. She clinked her glass against Sasuke’s before they drank together. Shaking her head, Sakura pointed her empty glass at him. Sasuke raised his eyebrows as he swallowed.
“You’re telling me that you saw a flower? Like a real-life honest flower? Not one of those synthetic ones?” she interrogated him. Nodding, Sasuke spun his glass between his fingers. He looked at her from underneath his lashes. She sighed.
“Sasuke, I’d love to believe that. Seriously. But they’ve been extinct for years,” she reminded him. Sasuke dipped his finger in the condensation on the tabletop. He slowly traced the shapes of the petals in the water. Sakura’s eyes narrowed.
“Is that…” she mused. She looked up at him.
“It wasn’t just any flower. It was a sakura,” declared Sasuke, pointing at her. Sucking in a deep breath through her teeth, Sakura leaned in closer.