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Again and again, day after day, he still came at the exact same time, sitting in that exact chair and ordering the exact same dessert.
"Hello, sir. The usual?"
She didn't even bother to pull out her notebook anymore.
She knew his order already.
She knew him already.
He didn't spare her a glance or one of his favored grunts and handed her the menu without a word. He then turned his lovely head to stare out of the large windows in the front of the restaurant.
She looked at him curiously. Today he was different.
Something about his body language alerted her. She was so used to the calm, quiet aura he usually exerted.
Now there was a thick air of uneasiness surrounding him. She could see how his body was tensed to the point where it appeared that he would jump up and bolt out through the doors at any moment.
"Sir?"
How silly of her. She had been seeing this man five days a week for the past three weeks and she still didn't know his name. "Are you alright?" He didn't respond and it looked like he didn't hear her. "Sir-"
"Just get what I ordered." He said without once glancing her way.
She resisted the urge to 'hmp' at him. He was so rude! Sometimes she didn't understand her attraction to this ill-mannered man.
She nodded and made her way over to the kitchen. "The usual for Mr. Sexy," she snapped at the chef.
"That bastard's still comin' here?" Suigetsu popped out of the freezer. "Doesn't he get tried of all the desperate chicks hittin' on him?"
She glanced back toward the dining room, her ruby eyes sparkling when she caught sight of him. Rude or polite, tense or relaxed, the guy was a hot piece of meat and oh so pretty to look at. That was the reason for her attraction. She released a small sigh when he brushed his fringe out of his eye. "Would you?"
A sly grin spread across Suigetsu's face. "Na. If I had that effect on women, I'd line them up to bed 'em."
She broke her stare from the dark-haired angel reluctantly to glare at the fish-faced chef. "Shut the hell up and get me his order! It better be ready by the time I come back!" She heard him mutter something about red heads but she ignored it as she stomped toward the bathrooms. She had to make sure she looked good enough to be with him.
Pretty people simply belonged with pretty people.
That was a fact.
She had to look her best for him. She studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The girl with red hair, red eyes and delicate, pale skin staring back at her was pretty but she could be better. A little dab here, another dab there and viola! Smooth perfection. She smiled at herself. Who said no one could be flawless? Thanks to make-up, the ugly could be pretty, the pretty could be beautiful, and the beautiful could be otherworldly. She walked back to the kitchen with confidence in her step.
There, in the kitchen, the order was waiting for her.
Along with Suigetsu.
The half grin on his stupid face made her frown.
"What is it?" His bluish-violet eyes glittered and she felt like throwing him one of his cherished knives. The sharpest one. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
The fish finally completed his grin. "I can't believe how much effort you put into yourself for some guy who doesn't even acknowledge your existence."
"Fuck you. You're not there when we talk."
"You call being growled at talking? You got issues woman." He passed her the chocolate strawberry dessert. "The guy doesn't even care if you're the one who serves him. All he does care about is that piece of cake."
She yanked the collar on Suigetsu's white chef coat and glared straight into his eyes. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I'll prove you wrong, you stupid fish. Even if he doesn't come here for me, I'll make him notice me!" She spat in his face.
The man just calmly stared back into her angry ruby eyes. "Have you seen your precious mama's boy? He isn't alone anymore."
Oh no. Oh no! Did he finally cave into some slut passing by? Her heart raced frantically. No! She couldn't have lost her opportunity to snag her soul mate, her handsome prince charming, her beautiful future husband who would give her equally beautiful children! He deserved to be in her arms and only her arms. The rule of pretty people demanded it to be so!
She shoved Suigetsu away from her and quickly took the pie and coffee before sprinting through the kitchen's swinging doors.
There was no way she was allowing an ugly skank to steal her beautiful man. After days of watching him reject countless advances from multiple women, after days of dreaming about a future with him, she refused to surrender him to anyone. Mr. Sexy was her man whether he was aware of it or not. And she would make war on any person trying to seduce him.
She paused when she spotted him and mentally cursed the dumbass of a chef. Mr. Sexy wasn't alone but he wasn't with a woman either.
She thanked the heavens for that.
His visitor was a man. A blond guy with a stupid face but who was at an acceptable level of attractiveness in order to be in her man's presence. The blond was hunched over on the table whispering to Mr. Sexy. In return, Mr. Sexy was pointedly glaring at something in the opposite direction of the blond man. Clearly, he didn't want Blondie there.
Just what exactly were they talking about that had made Mr. Sexy so angry?
It was her obligation to find out. She inched closer to the pair, inconspicuously taking her time walking around the restaurant so that she could catch more of their conversation. When she was a few feet from their table, she overheard their furious, quiet voices.
"Damnit, man! You can't keep dragging this on." The blond hissed lowly. "Either you say something or I will. This isn't good for the both of you, especially when you keep coming here!" She heard Mr. Sexy's chair shuffle backwards and she quickly sidestepped to avoid him. "Sasuke!" The blond man called after him, but his was ignored. Her red gaze followed the lovely man as he stormed out of the glass doors of the restaurant.
So Mr. Sexy's name was Sasuke?
"Um, excuse me, Miss?"
She locked eyes with the blond for a split second and he gave her a curious look with his bright blue eyes before his gaze traveled to what she held in her hands. The chocolate strawberry pie. His blue eyes widened and his surprised expression soften to an almost sadden look.
What did that mean?
"Miss?" Someone tapped her shoulder and she directed her attention to another customer.
The rest of the evening flew by in a blur. She vaguely remembered not delivering the pie that Mr. Sexy had ordered and paid for. It was too late by then but hopefully she'd be able to make it up to him in the future.
She bid goodbye to her coworkers and wrapped herself in her tanned coat as she left the restaurant. It was a nice, chilly night.
"Hey."
She stopped abruptly with her pulse slightly racing. It was already dark out and a stranger addressing her at this time was suspicious. She sneaked her hand into her coat pocket and clutched the tiny bottle of pepper spray just in case.
"Yes?" She turned around and was surprised.
It was the same blond that was talking with Mr. Sexy earlier in the day. Had he been waiting all this time for her to come out?
"Whoa, chill." He took his hands out of his jacket's pockets in a I'm-not-trying-to-mug-you gesture. "You wear glasses?"
She glared at him and unconsciously pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Yes. I wear contacts while I'm out on the floor. You got a problem with that?"
He gulped, apparently nervous of her anger. "No, I, sorry, that just came out. I didn't mean anything by it." He coughed and his serious expression returned. "I know this must seem weird but I have to ask you something about Sasuke."
"Sas-uke?" It felt strange saying and hearing Mr. Sexy's real name coming from her mouth. Strange and exciting.
"Yeah, that moody, rude bastard that was sitting at one of your tables. You know," the blond made a face, "the guy that looks like this all the time." He pointed to his face. She tried her hardest not to laugh. This idiot couldn't be more wrong about that angel's appearance.
She nodded. "What of him?"
"How long has he been coming here?"
She tapped her index finger against her chin. "I'd say around three maybe four weeks. Why?"
The blond ignored her question. "Does he always order that cake when he comes?"
"Yeah." She shrugged her shoulders. "But he never eats it. He just leaves it there when he decides that he's had enough of waiting." And then the girls at work play a game of straws to see who gets to eat it.
"Ah, thank you." He paused "That's all. Be careful walking at night."
She watched the man walk away until he disappeared into the dark distance then she went on her way home.
Apparently, there was more to Mr. Sexy, or Sasuke as she found out he was called, than she had originally thought. She may not know the whole picture, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let her dream man slip through her well-polished fingers. She would find out his story and then she would become his pillar of strength.
Eventually, after weeks of a mutual 'understanding' between them and if her plan was a success, that beautiful man would be by her side as it should be.
and apologizes for the ultra late update. got lazy again