3. What's Your Type?
The next day he sat in the same spot with the same coffee in his hands. He didn't like drinking coffee every day but with all of these missed nights of sleep he needed it. Something was definitely going on.
He heard the bell of the door as someone else entered the other wise pretty empty arcade and diner. He saw Serena slump down next to him two stools over.
"Why looking so glum Meatball head?"
"I had to turn Melvin down today…again."
"I thought you didn't like him?" Andrew asked, instantaneously giving her a milkshake.
"I don't, but he seemed so down in the dumps."
"Well according to Molly shouldn't you be used to this by now?" Andrew said smiling before walking away.
"But I don't like hurting people."
"Sometimes it's better to be hurt then to lead a person on." Darien added.
"Because you'd know." Serena said rolling her eyes. She looked at him. He was tall, fit build, toned, and his black hair made his blue eyes look more mysterious. What was she talking about? Darien made fun of her all the time. He probably never had any girlfriends if he treated them the way he treated her.
"Okay then, if you have all these boys at you're school that like you why don't you just go out with one of them?" Darien asked sipping his coffee, failing to make eye contact.
She thought for a moment. "They're not really my type."
"Then what is your type?" Andrew asked popping back into the conversation.
"Hmm…" She said slightly flattered by his question. She wanted to say like you, but she held her words. There was someone else she'd really like as her type.
Darien wondered what Serena could possibly want in a guy. Probably standards that were way past hers…then again, she was a looker.
"Someone mysterious. Tall, handsome…dashing smile. Someone who would whisk me off my feet at the sign of trouble. Dark hair…" She imagined Tuxedo Mask in her head. He did have dark hair, you couldn't see his eyes because of his mask, but he was tall and well built. Strong, and rescued her. She felt safe there. That's who her perfect guy would be.
"What about his eye color?"
"What?" She asked shaking her head out of her Tuxedo Mask day dream.
"If you don't know his eye color it won't mean anything." Darien persisted.
"That's not true; you don't always notice eye color first Darien. Clearly she wants someone dark haired and handsome?" Andrew defended with a wide grin on his face.
"I don't know his eye color…I haven't seen his eyes yet."
The two men looked over to the girl.
"So you know the guy?" Andrew asked.
"Kind of, we meet on occasion." She smiled dreamily in the distance.
Darien gave Andrew a look. "So you know him but you don't know his eye color? You don't look in his eyes?"
"What does it matter to you anyway?"
Darien shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of like blue eyes."
"Serena's got blue eyes." Andrew smiled.
"No, like blue, blue eyes." He said trying to defend any part of his statement being directed at Serena.
"Blue eyes are nice…" Serena said, "But I like not seeing his eyes; it adds to the mystery." She smiled be fore she hopped off the stool hoping she'd see her mystery eyed Tuxedo Mask later that night.
"You know you have blue eyes too Darien?" Andrew said.
Darien ignored the statement before leaving the arcade too.
"Well she might not see her guy's eyes, but I can't wait to see those blue ones tonight." Darien said to himself, as he left hoping he'd see Sailor Moon that night as well.