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Monday night Sora was doing her shift at the pizzeria.
She had managed to get someone to do her shifts in return for taking their shifts the two weeks she returned from New York. She was still a little jetlagged from yesterday but she came to work anyways.
If I can do flips on the ice and trampoline, I can serve.
She passed out a round of drinks when her fellow waitress came over.
"Hey Sora, someone requested you by name."
Sora blinked. "Oh. Is it Tim?"
The teen shook her head. With a giggle, she leaned over to Sora's ear, "He's pretty hot!"
"Karen!" Sora laughed.
"Well he is!" Karen took the tray from Sora's hand. "He's in the right corner booth in the back. You can't miss him."
Curious, Sora walked over to the area on the other side of the pizzeria. She started to take out her pen and notepad when silver hair made her halt in her steps, nearly causing Ralph to collide with her with his tray of pizza slices.
"Watch it!"
Sora eeped and quickly moved out of the way. "Sorry about that!"
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Leon idly tapped his forefinger on the table as he waited for Sora to come.
Soon, he heard someone yell and a familiar voice quickly apologizing somewhere behind him. His forefinger stopped. He didn't have to wait for long for her to come over to his table.
"What are you doing here?" she half hissed at him.
He gave her outfit a slow perusal, liking the black skirt that fit close to her curves and the look of the black heels on her feet. The white collared quarter sleeved blouse was alright as was the half apron, but he liked seeing her hair in a somewhat messy bun better than those two aspects of her uniform.
"I need to talk to you."
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Sora couldn't figure out how he knew where she worked.
Heck, she still couldn't believe that he knew that she had a part time job! Technically, she wasn't supposed to have one, but she figured as long as Kalos or anyone from the stage didn't know and she kept up with her practices and performances, there couldn't be anything to wrong with it.
"How did you find me?"
He gave her a half smirk that showed his teeth. "I'm a hunter, remember?"
She fought back a blush as the expression further emphasized the suave mood of his opened navy blue dress shirt and black slacks.
"I didn't peg you as a pizza person."
"That is neither here nor there." He shrugged. "There are more pressing matters to discuss than my eating habits."
"I'm busy."
He quirked a brow. "You're not even supposed to be here unless I misread the exclusivity clause on our contracts."
Her eyes widened as he brought that up with ease. "…is that a threat?"
He gave her a slow blink. "It doesn't have to be."
She clenched the pen in her hand. "If you don't order something, I do have the right to throw you out for loitering."
His menu opened up with ease. "I'll have the sundried tomato and mushroom pizza."
She scribbled down the order, glad to have something else to do instead of looking at him.
"Anything else?"
"A glass of water and lemon."
She slipped the notebook and pen back in her apron pocket. "I'll be back with that." She reached down to take his menu, but he slid it further down the table. Her lips pursed at his action.
"Could you pass me the menu?"
"I'm afraid I cannot."
She refrained from knocking that cocky smirk off of his face. "Why not?"
"You asked if I can, and I replied in the negative." He turned his face away from hers, choosing to look at her from the corner of his eye. "Do not ask me something if you do not want to give me the choice of rejecting the request."
"Give me the menu."
"That wasn't very polite."
Her eye twitched. "Please give me the menu or I will accidently kick you in the shin."
He handed her the menu, taking a look at the flame in her brown eyes.
She grabbed the menu, but he did not completely let go of it. She frowned and looked at him in order to tell him to kindly let go or else she'd kindly smack him upside the head, claiming that a bee had landed in his hair. Without meaning to, she looked at his eyes dancing with amusement and the stiff mask that he had at the airport was not on at the moment.
He was still pretty impassive, but the tenseness was not there.
She frowned at the change, not wanting him to do that.
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