A/N: Funny how I update the day before school starts back up ;A; Oh well, my courses are better this term. I think.

Disclaimer: Don't own it! Although that's probably for the best.

All in Good Time

2.

The first thing she notices after she taps his shoulder to get his attention is the colour of his eyes. They're a deep burgundy, like the red wine she samples from her mother's cup at parties, and she thinks she feels a bit tipsy looking at them.

"…Can I help you?"

Yes. Yes he can, though not in the way he probably thinks. Hitomi watches his eyebrows furrow in mild irritation and she realizes she's been staring at him for a while now.

Right. She needs to start a conversation. Find a similar point of interest and work her way from there. If she manages to get him to like her, then maybe he'll listen to her request. She just needs to ease herself in; like with hot tubs. Slowly and carefully and with dignity.

"Go out with me." Hitomi says, and it takes a moment for her mind to register what she's just said before she quickly slaps a hand over her mouth. His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline and behind messy bangs, and Hitomi's face flushes horribly.

Christ, she must actually be drunk because she just dove into the proverbial hot tub.

"Excuse me?" He sounds slightly mortified (understandable) and Hitomi wants to crawl into a hole and die.

"Not…not for real," she weakly amends, trying to salvage as much of the situation as she can. "Just pretend. Uhm. Please—"

"What obligation do I have towards you?" He says with a scoff, and maybe it's his tone or the way he's looking at her or something, but suddenly she's not so much embarrassed as she is pissed.

"None," she grits. "But that doesn't give you the right to act like a… an asshole! I was only asking for a favour!"

"A stupid favour." He says bluntly, and her hand shoots forward and makes sharp, ringing contact with his left cheek.

Hitomi doesn't stay around for his reaction, stalking back to her table to pack her things and leave the stupid café with its stupid, cold coffee and stupid, stupid patrons.

So what if it was a stupid favour? He could have turned her down nicely. The hand she used to slap him throbs slightly and she snorts.

Stupid asshole.