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Chapter Three: Now I See

Seeing those three very different girls all having to do something with Stan- looking harmless, reminded me of a cloud I once saw in Oklahoma. It looked strange, but I didn't really think much of it. The next day, I saw a picture of it on the front page of the newspaper reporting that it had been the beginnings of an F5 tornado that hit two towns away, destroying a lot and killing a dozen or so hamsters. I hoped that wasn't the case with these girls, that things would be prevented from getting violent.

I sighed again, growing bored. The glasses were all shined up then, but I lingered rubbing the cloth on my last one just because there was no other job around the restaurant to do. That was when I saw Stan sitting alone at a table, scanning over the menu. Did he need to order still?

Gripping a pen in my apron's pocket and pulling out a little notebook from there too, I quickly walked over to him. I'd never talked to him before then, so I tried my very best speaking and presenting-wise. I was amazed no one else had come over there sooner. How lucky I was!

"Good evening," I greeted, beaming my brightest.

"Mm Hello," he said back as though I were some stranger. I was a little after all, I guess.

"Are you ready to order or can I start you out with a drink?"

"No. I'm actually waiting for someone. You can come back when she gets here."

"Oh. Okay then." I curtsied before leaving.

'Oh dear Lord, I did not just do that!'

I guessed his spell worked on everyone, but I wouldn't let it get to me that bad like some girls did.

I sighed again, standing at the bar table, seeing Howdy get another hole ripped in his bag. I went over to help and he let me.

-.-.-.

"Welp, ah thank ya kindly," Howdy said with a toothy grin.

"Oh. No prob," Candace stated, smiling herself.

They both stood and as Candace got off of her knees, she picked a little dark-colored, semi- rancid smelling sludge out of her claws, squinting in disgust. She made a note to wash her paws A.S.A.P., but that was when she saw who Stan had been waiting for and caught herself subtly frowning.

So she was right. Pashmina was the Chosen One. (For the time being at least.) She guessed it was because the girl was so beautiful, so smart, so involved with community programs and fund raisers, and clubs, and school, and every other little thing there was possibly to do.

"I think I'm going to start writing a novel on a few of the revolutionaries." Candace overheard her tell Stan as they got ready to order.

Oh. And now she was working on a book about some dead war guys.

"Li desidero, Stan."

"That's sexy," Stan purred.

"Do you even know what I said?" she asked teasingly.

"No, but it was some sort of foreign language."

"It was Italian for..." She began to whisper the rest in his ear, making his smile widen.

Candace decided to walk over then, thinking they were ready.

The couple laughed, they looked at each other, they scooted closer, they... kissed.

"Erm... Do you guys need a few more minutes?" She's gulped in embarrassment.

-

So, Stan had a girlfriend, Candace thought. A pretty serious-looking one at that. She walked into the back of the restaurant by way of alley and finished putting on her uniform. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a towel to drape over her arm and walked through the metal doors to start waiting on customers. It kept her busy from thinking about her almost psychic discovery that Stan had a girlfriend.

Or two.

Her brown eyes widened at seeing Sparkle sitting with the boy in question. She walked over to them a bit cautiously. She could see Sparkle was either complaining about something or other, dramatizing some school happening, or talking smack behind someone's back from her pinched-up expression.

'Well, here goes...'

"So, I'm all like, 'Cassie, that's SUCH a stupid idea! And corny! OMG! What made you think of that junk? Tch.' And she just started crying and slapped me. Stan, she can't hit for crap!" Sparkle laughed.

"But seriously. Her suggestion was 'Stomp. Fight. Roar.'!"

"Tch. Yeah!"

"How lame!"

"And for half-time! Come. On."

Just then, he saw Candace come up to the table. Sparkle picked up her menu, only to get it swiped away by Stan and placed on top of his.

"We'll have two dandelion salads, light dressing for her, ranch for me; an order of roasted sunflower seeds with strawberry sauce and a plate of walnuts please."

She finished scribbling it all down and walked away.

"I love it when you do that."

"I love doing that."

"I love that you love that I love you doing that."

They inched nearer.

"Ma'am," Stan said to Candace. Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah?"

"Don't rush with the courses." He promptly turned back to his date and locked lips. "God, you're hot."

Sparkle laughed, rolling her eyes.

Snog.

-

Candace figured the only way Stan had ordered so quickly the evening before was because he practically memorized the menu from all dates prior. It gave her this unsettling feeling that she was witnessing something off. Maybe things didn't go well with Pashmina and they broke up.

Maybe things didn't go so good with Sparkle either.

Bijou sat across from Stan with a sickened expression as she glanced horrified at the menu. Her hair, which was surprisingly down, hung across her shoulders just barely.

"What's wrong?" There was this twinkle in his eye that showed he already knew.

"Caviar! Zhat's poor fish eggs- practically leetle feetuzees! And, zis-zis zalad uses bits ov veal in eet! Baby cows, Ztan! I zon't even eat ze beeg ones!"

Stan abruptly pushed his chair back and went to his feet, pounding his clenched fists into the table to add to the act.

"You know, if I wanted to torture other animals, I'd just go to a testing lab!" he declared at a loud volume.

Bijou stood up and grabbed his muscular arm, pulling him back down into his seat calmly.

"Vous know... I vould eat meat vor vous..."

Stan smiled. "No. I don't want you to."

"Okay... Hey! 'ere's a good veggie dish! I'll just get zat!"

Candace sweat dropped, walking back to the counter. She would never find herself falling so hard under Stan's spell.

-

"Oh dang!" Were the first words out of her mouth to her co-worker. The girl's eyes narrowed as she continued looking at Stan and with her sentence. "He sure does date around fast," she nearly snarled.

"He's still going out with a few other girls."

"What! I thought they all just broke up!"

"Mm-mm..." The girl shook her head slowly, looking at the floor.

"But-But...!" Candace squeaked. "Those girls just seem so sure and secure about things when they're around him. I can't believe he's cheating on them all!"

"Yeah, well, he's a total operator. He'll date girls in different groups so they never talk to each other. Then he tells them that his dad won't let him date during soccer season, so their relationship has to be a 'secret'."

An intrigued Candace stared on at the girl. Tears began to prick at the other one's eyes.

"How do you all of this?"

She sniffled a bit, becoming a tinge red and said through her sobs,

"I'm not sure. Just guessing."