Black eyes stared at her focus, unmoving and filled with passion. The young waitress blushed under his gaze. Since he came in an hour ago, he had been watching her.
Those intense eyes made her heart race and she kept catching her breathe as he slowly licked his lips. She turned her back to him, yet she she could still feel those eyes burning into her back, sending heat waves across her body.
"Table Nine!" A voice came to her right and she rushed forward and grabbed hold of the large tray, picking up she walked. With which step she took she drew nearer to him, it was his table now. Her heart was going wild as came to a stop before the table.
"At last..." He breathe out, his deep voice caused her knees to go weak, "My love...my only...my meat..."
The young waitress halted, and blinked. Then had her hands covered her cheeks? She glanced towards the straw-hat wearing man, who was eating the tray of meat she had just bought him, at a alarming pace.
"What are you still doing here?" The young man asked blinked at to her, with a mouth full of food, "I ordered more than this! Get to it!"
"Table Nine!" A voice called out, numbly the young waitress turned around around and gazed in shock as five other red faced waitresses were there all trying not to stare right at him, carrying trays filled with meat; looking back she saw that scar face man eyeing up the next tray, with that hungry look in his eyes.