AN: Okay, so, hi? So, apparently I haven't updated this fic in three years, which is shameful. I'm not even going to lie to you here, the reason I haven't written in so long is because I got a Tumblr T_T But I'm back for now, so I hope you will still enjoy this, and please let me know what you think of it!

Bohemian Like You - The Dandy Warhols

Hwoarang muttered angrily to himself as he wiped the table down. "Oh Hwo, you know these tables won't clean themselves!" Mocking the boss' voice in ridiculous falsetto, he threw the wet rag in the general direction of his "colleague", Jin Kazama. He ignored Jin's threats to report him to their boss for the third time this week. It wasn't like it mattered anyway, his co-workers were all assholes and he hated this pretentious new-age vegan crap, they could shove their job where the sun don't sh-

"Hey, are you going to be taking orders any time soon, or are you all booked up looking like a psychopath?"

Hwoarang's eyebrow twitched. Already tasting the acid of his retort on his tongue, he whipped his head, only to choke on his words. Sitting at the table he has just cleaned, dampening the elbows of her oddly oversized sweater - ha - was a girl. Not that girls were exempt from his verbal ass-kickings, of course. But attractive girls...still, she had knocked his pride, and that was unacceptable, so he collected himself and pulled a rather unattractive face at her.

"That depends, are you going to give me your order any time soon, or are you all booked up pulling the stick out your ass?"

They glared for a very long time, before she burst out laughing. And not some demure giggly shit either, she was practically screeching with mirth.

"Bring me a tofu salad, and I might consider letting you sit with me, jerk."

Now that was an offer he couldn't refuse. Smirking, he replied, "You got it, babe."

Returning from the kitchen with her salad, he noticed that she was staring out at the people milling around in the street. He used this time to really...appreciate what he was looking at. Comically oversized cream sweater, extremely tight black skirt - cue smirk - fishnet tights, big black combat boots and an orange flower in her dark brown hair. Delicious.

Movement from the corner of his eye stole his gaze. He saw Jin quickly weaving his way through the tables, order pad in hand. Hwoarang raced over, sticking out his leg and tripping Jin. "Not today, asshole," he murmured, saluting Jin as he sat groaning on the floor.

Laying the plate on the table, the girl turned and beamed at him, gesturing for him to take the seat opposite.

He decided open with the flawless line, "So, what's your name, babe?"

She eyed him, and responded, "Asuka. What about you, stranger?"

"Hwoarang."

"That's cool. Unique," she said, before tucking into her meal. They chatted as she ate; he asked about her job (waiting tables), she told him about her crappy car, and they both laughed at her tale of her ex who refused to move out of her apartment. Eventually, she finished her food, and grabbed her purse, throwing some coins onto the table.

"This was fun. Call me sometime," she grinned. She walked away, turning to wink at him over her shoulder. Chuckling to himself, he grabbed the coins and stood to put them in the cash register. As he stood, he noticed a folded up piece of paper on her chair.

"I like you. Give me a call. Steve (the ex) won't even get mad if you stay over... ;)"

Her number was scrawled at underneath her message in purple pen.He smirked to himself and vowed to call her after work.