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Hikaru opened the door to Lovestruck (dating parlor), and stepped inside. Ryuga was already seated at a table and raven haired young woman was talking him up.
He smiled occasionally, causing Hikaru's cheeks to heat up in jealousy. But she took her seat at another table after paying the entrance fee.
The moment she sat down, a tall, spiky haired boy sat down in the other seat. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes when she caught him staring at a certain place on her chest.
"Yes, my heart-rate is fine, it that's what you're worried about," she said in the sweetest voice she could. "But then so are my legs, so no need checking those either."
The stranger blushed, averting his eyes away from the two places aforementioned. There was only one place left for him to loo- her eyes.
"Good. Now I have your attention," she said coldly, scanning his face over.
His spiky hair was red, his eyes brown. They were wide-set and innocent. Objects that were sure to have broken a few girls' hearts. But not her. But overall, she would agree that he certainly was handsome.
She scanned his hands, looking for a certain mark. Bingo.
"Do you suppose your wife knows that you're here? Or is she still at home with the kids."
The man's eyes went wide in shock.
"Yes, I daresay your make-up is fantastic. You look almost my age. But you're not, are you? Twenty-eight at the least. Aw, that reminds me, how old is your oldest? Eight? And the youngest still in its mother's stomach?"
He stared at her, each passing moment only making his eyes widened as more stone facts fell through her lips.
Hikaru smirked at the man. "You best go home now, Mister. Let your wife deal with you."
He nodded swiftly, hurrying to get his coat on- and away from this strange company.
"Freak," he muttered as he left.
Ryuga was trying, for the millionth time, not to roll his eyes. The woman before him was just going on and on about her cats. It was making him gag in the back of the throat.
He spared a glance, passed the stranger, to Hikaru. She was smirking at the man she was facing.
Ryuga felt his chest burn. Envy. He did his best to "pay attention" to the woman in front of him, but his eyes continued to switch over to THAT table.
Suddenly, the man was getting up. And then, "Freak."
Hikaru was perfectly still where she was. But Ryuga immediately stood up. "How dare you talk to a lady like that?"
The other man's eyes whipped to Ryuga. "She's no lady. She's a freak."
Ryuga smirked knowingly at Hikaru, who was blushing now, it being perfectly clear to her that he knew what she'd done. "Freak hardly does her justice. Let's try some synonyms. Hm, let's see... Beautiful, intelligent, striking, outspoken, loud, obnoxious, amusing, annoying, self-destructive, riveting, explosive, fascinating, eye-provoking, illusive, haunting, brave. Need a few more?"
The man rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Ryuga. "No," he said simply, "Cause none of those describe her."
It was Ryuga's turn to roll his eyes. "Yes, they do." He caught Hikaru's warning look. "...As they do ANY woman."
Every girl in the room swooned- even the manager.
The other man put his hands out in a "whatever" type of fashion. "Whatever. I'm leaving."
"And good riddance to ya!" a girl in the crowd said.
Other girls began to laugh.
Hikaru smiled and that was good enough for Ryuga.
P.s., if you are a GUY reading this, SO, SO, SO sorry for the awkward Hikaru's-chest-getting-stared-at thing. And sorry again for mention it. Babye.