Mason POV

I don't really mind working. It's just that I hate my job. I'm always stuck working on weekends, serving my classmates and overall…living a sucktastic life. I swear to god, the universe hates me more than anyone else on this planet.

Of course, there are some perks to being a waiter. One of which is comforting girls that are stood up, or checking out other girls.

Since it was a Friday night, there were plenty of couples eating out. Thus far though, I hadn't seen a girl that really peaked my interest.

Disclaimer: I date a lot of girls. I'm not trying to be mean, but I don't want to settle, and the only way I'll know what I'm getting into is if I date a lot of women. So, in the words of many, many, many ex-girlfriends: I'm a womanizer.

Admittedly, my appearance doesn't scream "Womanizer", but rather, "relaxed surfer dude". I use this to my full advantage.

It was getting to be around 8:30, and my best prospect was a redhead at table four. Then, she walked in.

She was a tall blonde beauty. Graceful, tan, intelligent looking. Everything was perfect.

Except for the guy whose arm was wrapped around her waist. And the fact that they were both laughing, and smiling in that tender ways that only couples can do. And the way this couple did it, I would have believed them if they told me they'd been dating since diapers.

Naturally, they sat in my section. Making my over to their table to take their drink orders, I couldn't help but notice that they sat on the same side of the small booth, and hadn't bothered opening their menus. Instead, they seemed to be…thumb wrestling?

Maybe I'd been wrong about them. Close siblings? Best friends? Because thumb wrestling was not indicative of boyfriend/girlfriend status.

"Hi! My name's Mason, and I'll be your server tonight. Can we start you off with something to drink?"

The girl turned around to look at me as she gave her drink order after the boy. But I couldn't focus on what she said as her intense grey eyes met mine.

"So, just two waters?" I figured I should double check, seeing as I may have gotten a bit distracted.

"Yep." The boy agreed, popping the p.

"Perfect. I'll be right back with those." I said, giving them my best server smile.

Going over to our drink station, I saw Stacy, a waitress, filling her drink order.

"Who's the cutie at table 6?" she asked with a wink, gesturing towards the table with the blonde.

"I don't know. I didn't ask his name." I said sarcastically. Stacy and I scope out our prospective dates together. Two heads are better than one and all that.

Stacy pouted. "Is he with the blonde?"

"At first, I thought so. But when I went over to take their drink orders, they were thumb wrestling. What sort of couple does that? So I'm thinking…super close siblings? Maybe best friends?"

"That would make sense. I mean, look at them now." Stacy said, pointing.

Grabbing both of the waters, I look over to their table, to see them bickering. The girl has moved to the other side of the booth, letting me see both of their profiles. It looks like the guy is trying not to laugh, and girl is really into the argument.

Confident in their not being a couple, I made my way over with their drinks.

"Here are your waters. Are you ready to order?" I asked as I placed the waters in front of them.

They stopped arguing. They ordered their pizza. When the girl spoke, asking for breadsticks, I decided to make a move.

The key to making a move with a boy around was to get in and get out. By making a fast move, you don't give them a chance to respond or process it. So the girl is left thinking about you, and the boy can't hurt you.

"By the way, I love your sweater. It brings out your eyes. If you'd like, I can help you with your napkin later, to keep it clean."

Quickly turning, I could imagine the shocked look on the girls face. I heard the squeak of a booth cushion, and high tailed it towards the kitchen to avoid the angry brother/friend.

Stacy found me.

"What'd you say to the people at table 6?" She asked. "The boy looks pissed, while the girl looks offended and slightly uncomfortable."

"Just left her something to remember me by."

Don't get me wrong, I knew the comment I made could be considered crude, offensive, or just terrible. But it meant that I made more of an impression. And I've found that girls like an arrogant guy. Thus, the comment.

Once their pizza was done, I delivered it quickly and with little fanfare. But I did give the girl a wink before disappearing.

Throughout the rest of their meal, I admit that I watched them while taking care of my other tables.

They didn't show many signs of affection, which boded well for my plans.

Admittedly, they were talking quietly with their heads close together. And they seemed really happy. Their table had the most laughs, and no one every picked up a cell phone to call or text. In this day and age, that was quite impressive.

Using my powerful waiter superpowers, I brought their check as they were finishing. I'd gone for the traditional form of communication, leaving my number and name on the receipt for the girl.

I watched as they boy paid cash, and left a tip. As they got up, he took the girls hand.

I never touched my sister like that.

Making my way to their table, I watched them subtly as they left. Again, they seemed to be bickering as the girl shoved the boy away. He seemed like he was used to it, as he easily drew her closer to him before lowering his head to hers and kissing her.

She seemed surprised, but quickly got over it as her fingers gripped his jacket and pulled him closer before making their way into his messy black hair.

Shocked at this—since when did couples argue and thumb wrestle—I looked down at the check I held in my hands. There was a note scrawled at the bottom.

Would you rather I beat you up for hitting on my girlfriend, or let her kick your ass? –Percy

Looking at the couple in a new light, I saw they were still kissing. Or, rather, making out. Considering this was a family restaurant, I figured someone should stop them. Seeing that none of my coworkers were inclined to do this (frankly, I wasn't either), I made my way over to them.

I cleared my throat.

Four times.

Finally, they looked at me.

The girl blushed red when she saw the people looking at them. The boy looked embarrassed, but still defiant as he looked me up and down.

"Uh, sorry to…interrupt. But you'll need to go outside. This is a family restaurant."

"Sure, sorry." The boy said. "Just can't help it sometimes. I mean, my girlfriend's gorgeous, you know?" That comment was very pointed.

"I do know." I said before walking away. But I could hear them in the background.

"We just got kicked out of a restaurant."

"No we didn't, Annabeth. They just asked us to stop the PDA."

"I don't even like PDA!"

"Then why'd you kiss me back?"

"I, just..well, I couldn't. Gods! You're so annoying!"

I turned to see her walking out without her boyfriend. He followed laughing. "I'm most annoying when I'm right, right?"

"Shut up Seaweed Brain."

He just laughed as he reached her outside. Taking her hand, he swung their joined hands as they walked, her head on his shoulder.

I turned to see Stacy giving me a look.

"What?"

"You really thought they might be brother and sister, or best friends?"

"Yeah. Until the end."

"You're so oblivious."

Ignoring her, I went back to work, looking for a more available girl. And one that wasn't quite as…special? Crazy? As the one that just left.

Because that was probably one of the strangest couples I'd seen.

And yet, I was insanely jealous of their relationship.

Dedicated to TinyRules, thanks for the idea! Hopefully, this was something like what you wanted to see :)