"Table for two?" the host asked, his tan face very glum. Sakura could see he was bored.
"Yes please." Tomoyo piped up, smoothing out her pink polo shirt. Sakura thought it brought out the blush in her cheeks. The glum man led the two toward a table with two chairs next to a window.
"Window seat alright?" the man asked, clutching the menus.
"Perfect." Tomoyo finshed. They both sat and glanced at the menus. When the host had left, Tomoyo leaned in close.
"So, what's been going on lately? How's work?" She asked cheerfully. Sakura shrugged.
"Oh, fine." She lied. Actually, work wasn't going so well.
"Hi, I'm Amy, I'll be your server today. Can I get you anything to drink?" The girl's grin was probably as fake as her bleached blonde hair.
"Just water for me thanks." Tomoyo said quickly.
"For you?" the waitress asked Sakura.
"Pepsi?" Sakura asked. The waitress nodded and rushed off.
"Tell me the truth, what's going on? I know you Sakura." Tomoyo crossed her arms and waited for an explanation.
"Well…" Sakura's voice trailed off. "Let's just say, journalism isn't as glamorous as I though it would be." She finished. Tomoyo nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I'm sure it's hard at first, but it'll get better." She assured. Sakura glanced out the window.
"So," Tomoyo went on, "Is there a special someone yet?" Tomoyo cocked an eyebrow and waited, a sly smile on her face. Sakura gave an innocent grin and shook her head.
"No, not yet. I've just been so busy. Besides, I'm still recovering from my last relationship." Tomoyo's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
"What! That was two years ago! Todd was a jerk, and you're still hung up on him?" Sakura nodded slowly and gave her friend that "so what" glare. Tomoyo shook her head sadly.
"Sakura, then I have no choice but to help you find the man of your dreams!" she declared excitedly as the waitress brought them their drinks. Sakura sank into her chair, mildly embarrassed.
"Really, Tomoyo, I think I just want to fly solo for a while." She reasoned, twirling a swirl of auburn hair around her finger. "Besides, I'm really hungry, can't we eat first? Then you can play 'Ms. Matchmaker'." Tomoyo agreed and they celebrated without speaking anymore about matchmaking.
That night after she dropped Sakura off at her house, Tomoyo went to her apartment and got to work.