Without his guitar to keep the girls distracted, Andrew realised he was actually going to have to talk to them. And not only talk to them, but seem attractive while doing so. Luckily the girls liked to ask a lot of questions.
"Andrew? Have you visited England at all since you left," asked Mica, whose hair had changed from curls of blonde to dead straight layers of black, Andrew couldn't decide if that was flattering or just plain strange. He didn't bother commenting on the hair; better not encourage her, especially when really she was definitely not his type.
"Once, when I was about fifteen. Unfortunately, there isn't all that much to do in England unless you're interested in sight-seeing…" Andrew took a sip of his tea, trying to think of what to say next, "…and staying dry for that matter. I have no problem with the rain, but I'd rather not be out in it, I don't much like getting myself ill."
The girls giggled. It was almost a routine now, Andrew speaks, and they giggle. Sometimes he wasn't even saying something even remotely funny or amusing and they'd still laugh. What is with these rich girls? Andrew asked himself, rolling his eyes as he took another gulp of tea. They were perfectly nice girls but he found it strange for them to be so taken with everything he said. That's why he liked Sayera the most out of his usual customers, she only laughed when he was actually being funny and didn't look at him like he was some celebrity whose every action was to be fawned over.
"Andrew, I think we were all wondering…." Sayera said, looking around at the other two girls that were sitting at his table, all three looked like they knew what she was going to ask. Her cheeks turned a slight pink colour as she stuttered, trying to find the right way to ask. She soon gave up trying to be around the bush and just came out with it, "Could you say something in English to us?"
He half-laughed, half-sighed at that. Was that all they wanted? His mind processed through all of Tamaki's pointers (Which he knew thanks to the compulsory lecture Tamaki put him through,) and decided he would do the 'mysterious-smirk' which Tamaki insisted he was perfect at. He also leaned forward just a bit with his chin resting on his hands. Then, in a low, baritone voice he asked completely in English,
"Well, what would you like me to say?" It was almost fun taking full advantage of his British accent. That even evoked a reaction out of Sayera, much to Andrew's surprise. Maybe it's the accent, he thought.
"It doesn't matter; you have such a lovely voice," one of the other girls gushed.
"You flatter me," Andrew said, still in English. Despite how annoying the girls could be, he did somewhat enjoy the reactions; he was still a guy after all.
The host club had opened about an hour ago so normally all the girls had arrived. But at that moment, the door opened. Slowly a girl's head poked around the door to scan the room, her eyes were big with curiosity and bashfulness. She was about to close the door when Kyouya stopped her, putting on his charming smile. He spoke to her for a bit and slowly, like a cautious new-born deer, she entered the room. She had a slim, pointed face and ebony hair which rested as a bob just below her ears. Her bangs where completely straight and styled to perfection. Andrew managed to catch some of Kyouya's words as he spoke to the mystery girl.
"I'm afraid to say we haven't much space left." The girl's face turned a bright red, clearly embarrassed with everyone watching her as she come to realisation that she was too late.
"What are you talking about?" Andrew said quickly, the girl looking up at him hopefully. "She can come to my table if she likes."
Kyouya shrugged; more customers for Andrew, more money for the host club, a win/win situation. After she was informed how the whole thing worked Kyouya gestured for her to go to Andrew's table, which she did so with a nervous, yet happy, smile.
"Hello." Andrew said as he grabbed a chair for her to sit on, "I take it you're new to the host club."
"Yes," She sat down, looking at the other girls jealous faces.
"Then it's a good thing you're on my table because I haven't been here long either." Andrew tried his best to make her feel welcome, but he wasn't really good at that kind of thing, which meant the words came out awkward and slightly hollow. "What's your name?"
"Um…Mitsuki," She stuttered. Once introductions were over Andrew quickly tried to get the conversation back to the way it was, hopefully then she would just settle into it. No such luck. For a while he was talking with the other girls, every so often trying to include her in the conversation, but whatever she did say was half-hearted and short.
"Is there something wrong Mitsuki?" Andrew asked, trying his best to look kin and concerned, he wasn't good with sad people, he didn't know what he was supposed to do. He did what most people did but inside his mind was screaming, I don't know what to do here, what's the protocol?
"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be here." She replied, shaking her head. She then started to get up.
"Why not?"
"I have a boyfriend."
"He can't be much of one if you feel the need to come here," Andrew commented, only afterwards realising that that was a little rude. He tried to cover it with a smile. Luckily by the look on her face she agreed with him. "You can stay if you want, just so long as you wipe that glum look of your face."
She tried not to but eventually she couldn't help but smile. Her eyes connected with the floor for a moment as her feet shuffled nervously. "If only he was as nice as you."
"Trust me; I'm not as nice as you think." Andrew replied, leaning forward as he continued, "And bearing that in mind, this guy sounds like a massive waste of your time and if I were you I'd drop him like a ton of bricks. Then again, I'm not nice, and I'm certainly not the boss of you."
The girls were all silent for a moment, looking at him like he'd just dribbled down the front of his shirt. Mitsuki was looking down but he could see her cheeks turning a deep cherry red. He stood up, but still kept his distance. "I'm sorry Mitsuki, I talk outta my ass sometimes."
"No it's fine. You're right." She said, finally looking up at him. "I'm gonna go, I need to sort some things out. Thank you Andrew." With that she left. Andrew decided that it would be best not to follow her; she clearly needed space to think through whatever problems she had with the asshole she was dating. Andrew hadn't even met the guy and he already knew he must be an asshole; just by the way she looked when she mentioned him. Hurt. Sad. And unsure.
The whole incident left him off balance; he didn't like being put into situations like that. It was a horrible thing to admit to himself, but he was kind of glad that it was over.
Sorry these next few chapters may be kinda sort so that I don't have the do the whole time-skip-in-the-middle-of-a-chapter thing.
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