"Honda, check it out, there's a foreigner!" The man followed his co-workers heading for the said foreigner. Foreigners were common in this area, there was no point in making a big deal out of it. It's not like he was very interesting either. He had blonde hair with blue eyes protected by glasses. The only thing that stood out was the grin plastered onto his face.
"Do you guys know English?"
"Not really..."
"Well somebody's got to serve him!"
"Say, Honda knows a little English."
"Wha-what?" He slowly tried to back away, only to be caught by his manager.
"You're not getting out of this one. Go on Honda, don't keep him waiting." He lightly shoved him out of the kitchen. Nervous, Kiku slowly trudged toward his target. Unfortunately he honestly knew hardly any English.
"Um... He-hello My name is Honda, I am server." His cheeks were red hot, embarrassed by his pathetic introduction. Luckily, the blonde didn't seem to care.
"Nice to meet you Honda, can I get a glass of water, and some omurice?" Surprisingly, he seemed to be fluent in Japanese. Shaking off his surprise, Kiku marched back into the kitchen.
The Japanese man decided that his foreign customer wasn't your average joe. On the contrary, he was rather lively, and annoying. Every time he needed water, he'd widely wave his hand around, beckoning him to come over. He ate his omurice quickly, wiping bits of rice off his face with the sleeve of his bomber jacket.
The worst part was that he always came back. Everyday he came at the same time, sat in the same seat, and ate the same thing.
"Welcome to Moe Cafe, may I recommend today's special?" He smiled, resisting the urge to yell at the American for beating the table.
"Sup Kiku! And no thanks dude, I'll stick to my usual."
"Jones-san, I told you to refer to me as Honda."
"And I told you to call me Alfred." Sighing, Kiku retreated, knowing the chef probably had Alfred's food done by now.
"What would you like written on your omelet today?"
"How about your number?" He leaned back in his chair, smirking at his waiter's obvious embarrassment. After shaking the ketchup bottle, the blackette skillfully spelled out his message.
'Pervert'
"Come on Kiku, don't be like that!"
"Enjoy your meal Jones-san," bowing, he quickly walked away. Sighing, Alfred scooped up the egg and rice, shoving it into his mouth.
"Man, he digs me."