cant stop loving the kyoutaku? here
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Shindou drums his fingers to the rhythm of the clock. He can't believe his luck. The first ten minutes he thought something was holding his date back, like an emergency or an accident. Then the next ten minutes came and gone. And then another.
He's not that stupid, or that hopeful. His blind date stood him up, so he decides he might as well have dinner alone. The man calls for his waiter, another man that looks around the same age as him. Said waiter gave him a curious look that literally said You wait half an hour and end up eating alone?
The navy-haired waiter hands him the menu. Shindou takes it with a slight purse in his lips. Yes, yes I am. Now be a good little waiter and serve me the lobster. He flips the page, skims through the foreign language and makes an order.
If he remembers correctly, the waiter said his name's Tsurugi.
The waiter leaves him with a look on his face that really threw Shindou off. He couldn't make out what the other was trying to convey. That stoic and yet emotional expression, did it mean something or did it mean nothing?
Maybe he's just over thinking things, with the shock from being stood up and all. Sure, he kind of expected it to happen but he had hoped he'd be wrong. So much for being right all the time, huh, Kirino?
The Tsurugi guy comes back to serve him his meal, and he squints just a fraction to see if the other is making more weirdass faces at him. He doesn't. More like, he doesn't even make eye contact. Just serving his lobster (no, he did not order an entire lobster for himself) like a good little waiter.
Good.
After he's done eating, and contemplates being done with blind dates as well, he asks the Tsurugi guy for his bill. But the thing is, instead of going away, he stands there and for the first time in a while (almost the whole night) their eyes lock. Tsurugi looks like he's thinking about something and promptly becomes the reason Shindou's eyebrows are raised.
"What?" he asks. He doesn't have some sauce stains on his cheeks, right?
"This is probably inappropriate considering that I'm just a pitiful waiter in a five star restaurant, and you're probably some rich brat inheriting a family business or whatever since you're eating in this place," Tsurugi sighs, deliberately ignoring the look Shindou is giving him like what the hell did you just call me—
"But my shift ends in fifteen minutes or so. If you can wait until then, we could go hit a bar or something."
You look like you need company.
That's it. That's what the face meant.
Shindou feels his nose burn up, and some prickling sensations at the edges of his eyes. He tries to look annoyed, uncaring, but he knows that this simple waiter isn't buying it. He clicks his tongue.
"If you insist."