G: girl

Axel didn't know what attracted him to the little waitress who served his table every time he came to eat. It could've been the decorated uniform she always adorned; it might have been the quite charming scowl she displayed, especially to him. (You're never fully dressed without a smile.) Or was it the baby blue eyes, showing different emotions from what were said by the little server? It was anyone's guess, really. And he didn't know why she served him each time. It's not like it was close-by and convenient; he always chose a table deep in the restaurant.

"Hey, are you getting the usual?" Axel heard the voice; speak of the devil.

"Yeah..." She looked up from her notepad as she scribbled down the man's "usual." Blue eyes scanned the almost-empty table.

"Where's the weekly floozy? You almost never come here alone," the waitress pointed out, keeping her eyes focused on the man with tresses of red.

"Heh, nice observation," Axel complimented. "My friends are out of town. It is Memorial Day Weekend, after all. And there are no more women because I'm a little tight on cash. I can't waste it on them anymore." She was quick to retort.

"But you can afford to go to a restaurant practically every day?" A thin smile ghosted over pale lips as she rested a hand on her hip. "That doesn't make sense."

"Well, you're not the most open person out there, either," Axel took the silence as confusion. "There are other waiters and waitresses, why are you always the one taking my order?"

Axel noted that the waitress' breathing hitched as she was asked the question. She continued her silence before giving an answer. "I have to go get your food." She turned on her heels and walked off.

This period when he was left alone gave Axel time to think and question: Why had the blue-eyed beauty left, just like that? Why hadn't he gone out of town, too, like his friends? All of his pondering left no answers and before he knew it, the waitress had returned with his meal in hand. She put the plate down, the clinking of the ceramic against the table the only noise that was made between the two. After a while, she spoke.

"You always have something interesting to say, always. And they always make me smile." The man looked up, blue eyes not facing green. She continued, "Although, I find today rather disappointing; you've barely made me smile at all. Maybe you need an audience?"

Axel scoffed. "That's the lamest reason I have ever heard," the atmosphere seemed to get lighter with that statement, "Go ahead, say it: you find me absolutely dashing."

"Say whatever you want," she dodged the other allegations, "That's my reason."

"Well, that's a shame." Axel made a bold move. He grabbed the forward girl by the sleeve of her busy outfit and planted one. Another tug at her wrist and she went tumbling into his lap, lips still together. Soft lips pressed against what seemed like glossed ones. He didn't sense any kind of reaction in the young waitress, so he pulled away and said, "Because I find you dreadfully bewitching."

She didn't move for a while. Her blue, blue eyes stared deep into Axel's own emerald ones. She didn't speak; she simply leaned in, coming closer for another kiss. Axel returned her kiss, smiling all the while. He nibbled on her bottom lip, placing a hand on the back of her neck. She grabbed onto his shirt, which in turn hoisted her up. When they both pulled away, Axel was still grinning ear to ear. His smile soon dropped when he saw his little waitress had a smile of her own on. Though, it looked a tad hollow. What she said next caught him off-guard a lot more than that kiss.

"You know," an arrogant scoff, "I'm a boy."

Coulda fooled Axel.

A/N: I could have committed dramatic irony, but, really, what fun would that be? Though, I bet you all knew from the start, yeah?

I would like to thank my beta, QianYun. This is my first ever beta(ed? 'd? Oh bother.) chapter & I got positive feedback! (I hesitated a whole two weeks to send it.) Hopefully I'll dish out more chapters like this one, right?