My second chapter to this story. Uploaded in the same night even, I'm so bad. At least the second Chappie for this one is up. It's better then how I do most of the time. But I think this ficlet just might have a future.

Wai:

The glass from the inside of "Marino's" was fogged up. People's loud cheery voices filled the air. The waiters and waitresses rushed around busily, taking people's orders and that.

The restaurant was extremely popular and the lovely Sakura Kinomoto had been lucky to have the night shift. She blinked as people pushed passed her, a few shooting her some odd glances.

Her best friend Tomoyo stopped midway from giving somewhere their food to throw her a look that said 'Why the hell aren't you working?' Her mind had gone blank for a moment.

Giving a sudden yelp of understanding, she smiled sheepishly and grabbed a pen off of the air conditioner near the window. Her small body swayed back and forth and she rushed over to Tomoyo.

"Do you know whose limousine that was?" She asked pointing her pale finger towards the Li's car. Tomoyo laughed and Sakura's denseness. "Of course I do!!" She said quickly.

"But we'll talk later, at the moment people are awaiting my services." She made movements with her hands, trying to point out that people needed her help as well. She nodded curtly and took her responsibility.

Her arms were thin and ethereal, with two small rings on her fingers. Her smile was aloof as she walked up to the nearest table and asked for the family's order. The eldest daughter looked at her like she was insane.

"We've already eaten our food. How stupid do you waitresses get?" She snapped angrily. Her boyfriend sitting behind her nodded with agreement. Sakura gave a flushed look before sputtering over her words.

"You can't treat me like your servant, I chose to take this job. Thank you very much." Her voice was rising higher with dignity. "Don't act so high and mighty. Just because your closet is color-coordinated doesn't mean you have the right to go calling people stupid."

She hissed, lowly. The girl's mouth was agape for a bit before she grabbed her purse and sniffed haughtily, taking it upon herself to leave. "Well, don't come crying to me when you burn in hell!"

She said with pursed lips. Her boyfriend gave Sakura an apologetic look. Sakura looked confused for a second and as she turned to clean up their plates she wondered out loud. "She thinks I know where she lives?"

She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Why does everyone seem to have something against me?" She groaned inwardly and carried the plates to the kitchen only to bump into her boss. She gasped. "I'm so sorry Mr. Valentine!!"

He looked at her angrily. "I heard you just sent a customer off?" He cried questioningly. She lowered her head, hair falling in her eyes. "How could you do this? It's the third one this month, Kinomoto!"

His face was turning purple. "If your father wasn't my good friend, you'd be fired right now." She just blinked and nodded, holding her anger in. "I think I'll leave for tonight." She whispered softly. "Good!! You should go ponder on your mistakes."

He commanded. She turned to a frowning Tomoyo who grabbed her hand and said softly. "Let's go, Sakura." The car ride home was uneasily silent. Tomoyo was looking out the window of the cab at the people wandering along the streets.

Sakura still had her head lowered. She always did horribly at her job. Her boss hated her and although all of the waiters and waitresses complimented her and approved of her greatly, she was often looked down upon.

She lived in a small apartment with her older brother. Since her father had gone away to England for an archaeology dig and her mother had passed away when she was three. Tomoyo had been her childhood friend since she was very young.

They were still best friends now. Tomoyo's eyes suddenly averted to Sakura. "Pick your head up, Sakura." She said in a quiet voice. "It's not your fault you understand people better then most.

It's not your fault people think so highly of themselves. The air was cool against her skin as she stepped out of the door heading towards her apartment.

She rubbed her arm uncomfortably and shifted her weight as Tomoyo stared at her from the other side of the car.

"That car from before was Syaoran Li's." Tomoyo told her slowly. "Syaoran LI?" Sakura repeated in question. "Yes, you know the famous bachelor and business man?" She replied. Sakura shook her head.

"Actually no." Tomoyo laughed. "I should have thought as much. You don't really care whether people are wealthy or not so.." She trailed off. Sakura smiled.

"He doesn't sound so great. More full of himself." She noted. Tomoyo nodded agreeably. "Oh he is. My mother met him once. He's self-contained and self-centered."

She saw Tomoyo smile. "You're the best friend a girl could have. Don't feel bad about Mr. Valentine's misfortune." Sakura felt considerably better. "Thanks Tomoyo. You're the best too.

You shouldn't try so hard on my happiness. There is such thing as yourself you know." She closed the door with a small smile. Tomorrow she'd work on her attitude. Touya (Her brother) would scold her when he found out and she'd be ready.

As she stepped through the doorframe she looked up at the ceiling. "Things are good as they are. Touya and I get a lot of money and Tomoyo's good to me. I shouldn't feel like something's missing. People are always kind to me."

A Japanese man in the hall stopped and smiled at her, black hair falling in his eyes. He was carrying large grocery bags. "Goodnight to you Miss Kinomoto." Sakura turned around, surprised.

"Oh! Hello Eriol. Let me help you with those." She hurried over and helped him with a bag. Eriol was a year older then her and very ambitious. He pissed Tomoyo off a bit but Touya was nice to him and he was unbelievably kind to them.

As they walked up the stairs to Eriol's apartment, he asked her to take some apples for herself. She accepted exuberantly, putting on her happy side again.

After all she was Sakura.