Emily's POV
"Anything else?" I ask the young couple on their date. They wave me off, too engrossed in each other to care. Sighing, I head toward my next table. "What would you like to drink?" I ask in my same tired expression. I had been working for six hours straight and was about to collapse from exhaustion. This day has been way too exhausting
"Emily?"
My head jerks up from my note pad. "Hello, Kyoya." I say, slowly easing a smile back onto my face. What was he doing here, in a shady, rundown restaurant? I glance at his laptop and it clicks. Free Wi-Fi, the only good thing we had going for this place. Plus, I don't think his insufferable blond friend will choose to look for him here. I take his order, Earl Grey tea. I start toward the back room, when Hatsumi, my only co-worker that I could stand, stops me and asks, "Mind if I cover that table for you?" I turn to see her nodding off in Kyoya's direction. I bit back a sly smile. "His name is Kyoya Ootori; he's in love with his computer. Try not to talk to him too much." Smiling, I watch my flirt of a friend head towards Kyoya.
This should end well.
"Ms. Hatfield?" I flip around to see my boss staring down at me.
"Yes?"
"Why aren't you working?"
"It's my break."
"Then I suggest you take it."
"No thanks."
My boss huffs and I cringe at his breath. God, how can he not smell that? Does he know what a toothbrush is? Turning my attention back to Kyoya and Hatsumi, I let my mind wander to simple minded things that were oddly pleasant. "Emily!" snapping out of my trance, I turn to see Hatsumi glaring at me. "What's wrong?" I ask, my brow crinkling in confusion. "Why didn't you tell me he had a crush on you!" she all but shouts. "Wait, wait, calm down, calm down," I repeat my words in attempt to soothe her, choosing my next words carefully. "Now what are you talking about? Kyoya doesn't have a crush on me. I hardly met him." She still fuming but manages to spit out a reply, "Oh, but he does, he was searching you up on his computer."
"What?" I'm pissed now. "Yeah, he was looking you up on his computer."
I turn to see that he had left in the midst of our argument. A sigh escapes my lips. Oh well, I'll just have to find him tomorrow. As I finish up my other tables, I head back to Kyoya's to clean it off. Picking up the checkbook, I flip it open to see a very, very generous tip. I can't help the grin that dollar sign. Looks like I won't be struggling this week. I pack up and head home, placing my tips in my purse. The grin never leaves my face, all the way home.
The next day at school, I head to class, struggling to stay awake. I was peacefully sleeping through math, when I hear a voice interrupt my lovely dreams.
"Ms. Hatfield, please calculate the diameter of this sphere." My teacher glares down at me, not expecting an answer.
"19.6735 millimeters cubed." I reply, not even blinking. I had finished the problem earlier, but he didn't need to know that. My teacher looks stunned as the other students attempt to solve it on their precious calculators. I don't need that thing. I have a brains for that. "May I go back to sleeping, seeming as there's nothing you can teach me." I ask my teacher, faking innocence. I really need some sleep. "Then why are you here?" The teacher snaps. I had finally cracked him. I smile up at him, "I happen to love this school's food." I say in mock sincerity. Everyone just stares at me and my smirk. My oh-so-precious smirk. "Not to be rude or anything, but don't you have a class to teach?"
Kyoya
I stare at the brunette in front of me in shock. I hadn't been paying attention to the teacher either, but who tells a teacher off like that? She grew more and more confusing by the second. More annoying too. I sincerely hope she doesn't come to the host club. It's not like she can pay, anyway. Well, maybe with her tips from that terrible restaurant.
Nevertheless, this girl was interesting. Let's see how long it take me to die of shock.