Chapter 4. Enjoy!

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Rin Sohma sat back in her chair, finished with her dinner. The kids were obviously enjoying themselves. And she was surprised to see that Hiro could dance so well. She would have thought that, when it came to dancing, he was the clumsy type, like his mother, tripping over his own feet in his embarrassment. Rin let loose a rare laugh under her breath. She would never have guessed that he could actually be this…smooth.

She felt a small tinge of jealousy, but shook it off quickly. She was happy for the kids. She was. She had nothing to feel jealous about. And was it even jealousy at all? She probably just ate too much or something.

"Would you like some dessert tonight, madam?" Mister P had appeared, handing her a small dessert menu.

Normally, Rin would have refused point blank, paid for her dinner, and left. Tonight, however, she was in a good mood from seeing success in Hiro's date. "Yeah, alright." She said, taking the dessert menu from his hands and flipping through it. "I'll just have an

ice cream sundae." When was the last time she had one of those?

"Very good, madam. It will be out shortly." Mister P left, grinning broadly. Oh, how he hoped she was feeling much better. Relationship troubles were hell to deal with.

When Rin looked up again to watch the children, she saw that they had moved more to the middle of the floor. 'Good,' she thought, 'That means they're getting more confident.'

She watched Hiro spin Kisa around, her yellow dress twirling around her legs. Both of them couldn't stop smiling, as if they had some sort of joke they both shared.

Just then, she sighted a familiar shade of white hair on the other side of the dining room. It – it couldn't be! She dared to look again and – Oh, shit! He had seen her! For a moment, they had locked gazes. Shit, shit, shit… She tried to sink lower in her seat, away from his view, but the damage had been done. Oh God, she was in trouble now…

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Hatsuharu continued to eat his dinner calmly. Yes, it had been Rin he had seen across the dining room. The lights in the great room were turned down to set the atmosphere of a candlelight dinner, but there was no mistaking her long, dark hair. It was definitely Rin. And she had seen him, too. Their eyes had met for a brief second. She was probably frantic by now.

"How is your dinner, sir?" Mister P, the amusing maitre d' had appeared again.

"It's very good. Compliments to the chef."

Mister P gave him a funny little smile, "I hope your evening is going much better."

"It is, thank you."

Mister P hurried off, his spirits lifted. Oh, how he loved to help customers!

Haru did not look up to see Rin again. She wouldn't leave. She wouldn't dare walk past him and try. He didn't feel like getting up yet, either. Besides, he wanted to finish his dinner. This was some of the best pasta he had ever tasted. A little suspense wouldn't kill her.

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'The suspense is killing me, dammit!' Rin screamed in her head. She couldn't stop fidgeting. First, her leg wouldn't stop shaking. Then, she started twiddling her thumbs. Now, she couldn't stop tapping her nails on the table. Should she try to get up and leave?

No way. If she tried to leave, she would have to walk past him. And God knows what would happen then. It would be best to just sit here and hope he wouldn't walk over. Right? Right?

She stole another glance at him. He was still eating. And he hadn't even looked back up at her! How could he just sit there, eating his dinner so calmly?! Compared to him, she was a total wreck! How could he eat his pasta at a time like this, dammit?!

Suddenly, her waiter obstructed her view of Haru. He set down a large ice cream sundae in front of her and smiled, "Enjoy your dessert, madam." He walked away. The sundae had two large scoops of creamy vanilla ice cream topped with rivers of sweet hot fudge and caramel, a heap of whipped cream, and a bright red cherry.

Rin was too shocked to begin eating. Damn, that was a big-ass sundae.

"Do you need some help with that?" A low voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine. She jumped up in alarm, nearly upsetting her chair, her ear tingling from the hot breath of the speaker.

Haru gave a low whistle as he studied her figure in the short, black dress. Rin felt herself blush. She compensated for her burning cheeks with an ice-cold glare in Haru's direction, which feebly melted away. Damn. Why did he have to look so good in a suit?

"What are you doing here?" She hissed quietly, trying to shake the thought from her head and keeping her distance.

"Just wanted to offer my assistance. It's not likely that you'll be able to finish all that by yourself." Haru pointed to the massive ice cream sundae that was already slowly starting to melt.

"I'll finish it just fine without your help." Rin snarled, trying to keep from yelling, but failing miserably.

Haru shrugged, a ghost of a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth, "I didn't know you had such an appetite, Rin."

She didn't give a damn anymore about the people that were now staring at them. "I – I don't! I just don't want your help –"

"What are you guys doing here?" Hiro and Kisa had gotten off the dance floor and were now looking at them curiously, Hiro trying hard to hold back a smirk.

Rin's eyes widened. Shit! She had forgotten about them! Things were just getting worse and worse for her…She couldn't tell Hiro and Kisa that she was spying on them!

"Uh…we were on a date." She said hastily, pushing Haru roughly into the chair across from her and taking a seat herself. Hiro stared at them sitting at the table, the enormous dessert gradually melting and the white, solitary candle between them romantically flickering light across their faces. He would have burst out laughing if Kisa were not behind him right now looking starry-eyed and hopeful.

"Oh, really?" Hiro grinned at Rin, raising his eyebrows.

Rin could have punched the little monster. "Yes." She said through gritted teeth, "Now leave us alone."

"As you wish." Hiro mocked a low bow to them and then left to the dance floor again with Kisa, who cheerfully waved goodbye to Haru.

Rin ground her teeth together. Oh, how she hated kids right now…

The sound of someone softly clearing his throat reached her ears, bringing her back to her present situation. "Your ice cream is melting."

Rin turned back to Haru, who was watching her tenderly. She felt her cheeks flare up again and hoped desperately that the lighting was too dim for him to see.

"You eat it." She said, flustered, flinging the spoon across the table to him. She refused to meet his eyes. She knew that if she did, her defenses would break. She wouldn't be able to control herself…

She pretended to ignore him, sitting with her arms crossed, as her waiter came with a second spoon at Haru's request. "Here." Haru said softly, placing it on the table in front of her, "Just in case you change your mind."

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Mister P was having a wonderful day. Not only did he get the last carton of eggs at the supermarket that morning, but he had also helped to cheer up two lost souls. Oh, how he deserved a raise…

He turned around near the entrance to observe the diners. At the other side of the restaurant, Mister P was surprised to see the lone, white-haired boy sitting with the lone, long-haired girl. And she was persistently ignoring him. Mister P gasped. That boy must have been the one to walk out on the poor girl. The bastard!

The maitre d' stopped himself. He mustn't jump to conclusions. The boy didn't seem all that bad. Maybe a little peculiar…but definitely not bad. He must have had a good reason for breaking it off. 'And now…' Mister P's eyes lit up. 'Surely now, he had realized his mistake and was now trying to get the girl back!' If he did not have an image to keep, he would have clapped his hands and giggled like a schoolgirl. But of course, a refined, respectable maitre d' to a five-star restaurant would do no such thing.

But…there was something he could do for them…

"-Insert unpronounceable foreign last name here-!"

The long-haired girl's waiter, who was passing by, snapped to attention, "Yes? Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes. That table over there…"

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Hiro and Kisa were seated at their table, taking a break from dancing. Ironically, it was their turn to watch Haru and Rin.

"Hmmm…" Kisa looked over at them, "They don't seem to be doing much."

Hiro was disappointed. "Yeah. I hoped that something would happen. But Rin is so stubborn." He turned to look for himself. Haru was calmly eating a little of the ice cream sundae, and Rin was plainly ignoring the spoon that was set in front of her. Hiro sighed. Maybe his plan didn't work out so well after all. Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted. Oh, but he wished there was something he could do!

"Hiro-chan…"

"Yeah?"

Kisa smiled, "I have an idea…"

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"Um, excuse me, sir?"

The violinist stopped his playing to look at the cute little girl who had approached him, "Well, hello there." He greeted cheerfully.

Kisa put on her cutest face ever and smiled sweetly, "I was wondering…if maybe you could do me a little favor? Please?"

Mmmm… Ice cream sundae…

So what do Mister P and Kisa have up their sleeves? Chapter five will be out in about a week!!

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