It was her last table of the day, and she was hoping they wouldn't take too long. With going to school and working full-time, it was almost impossible to catch some sleep with unfinished homework still piled on her desk every night. Gulping the last of her energy drink, she grabbed her notepad and practically had to remind herself not to drag her feet across the floor. The guy was alone, which meant he probably wouldn't take too long with his dinner. Sighing in relief that she didn't receive bratty teenagers that would most likely stiff her, she felt more chipper as she introduced herself.

"Hello! I'm Usagi and I'll be waitress tonight! Can I….Mamoru-baka? What are you doing here?"

"To eat?"

"Oh, God. Did you really have to be in my section tonight?"

"Actually, I lied. I'm not here to dine."

"Then…?"

"I was wondering if I could walk you home?"

"Mamoru… I think I'm fully capable of calling for a cab or riding the bus. I've had plenty of experience doing so. Thank you, though," she was about to walk off when she felt delicate fingers gently wrap around her wrist.

"Please? I worry about you."

"Me? The one who you constantly call 'Odango Atama'? Why are you so worried about me?"

"I see how tired you are, Usagi. Just let me walk you home so I know you made it home safely."

Huffing in annoyance she said, "Fine, but don't let this be a repetitive occurrence."

"I can't promise you anything, Odango."

"Baka… Just let me clock out and get my things. Meet me outside, I guess."

Ten minutes later, they were walking side by side, arms almost touching. The young girl knew she had growing feelings for the man, but she didn't know if it was mutual. Either way, Usagi was grateful to have Mamoru beside her; she felt uneasy every time she had to go home by herself. It was always frightening to hear strange sounds come from alleyways or strangers staring at her on the bus.

She looked down at her feet, wondering how she was going to break this silence. It wasn't particularly awkward, but she wasn't the one who kept things quiet. "Arigato, Mamoru, for walking me home. To be honest, I am scared to walk by myself. It's spooky."

"Well, if you want, I can keep walking with you so you don't feel so alone?"

Walking with the man of her dreams every night that she worked? She had to keep herself from dropping up and down in an excited bliss. "Yeah… that would be nice. Why were you at my work, tonight?"

"I taking a walk when I saw you were working, and I wanted to pick on you," seeing her face bunch up into a more frustrated expression, he continued before she blew up, "I'm just kidding. I really did want to walk you home when I saw how late it was getting. I remember you saying you never close up the restaurant so I thought it would be nice to walk you home." His cheeks blushed lightly. Hopefully she wouldn't notice that she told him this information almost a month ago.

"Well thank you for remembering and for being such a gentleman. I really appreciate it." She looked up to see that they were already at her home. "Well, this is where I live. I would ask you to come inside, but my dad's kind of overly-protected of me. See you soon?"

"That's okay, Usagi. And definitely. Good night."

"Be safe walking back home," she said after standing on her tip-toes and kissing him tenderly on the cheek.

As they separated, Usagi disbelievingly pressed her fingers on her lips while Mamoru's hand gingerly caressed his cheek.

Did that really just happen, they both thought.