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He had been staring at the goofy picture of three grandmas doing the can-can when the clacking of heels announced her arrival.
"Here's your water."
She placed the glass down on a coaster and pulled out a straw from her apron pocket. Then, she walked away before he was given the chance to speak. She did not look at him and set about getting the orders of the newer group that came in shortly after Leon.
He sipped his water, still looking at the picture.
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Karen frowned a little upon seeing how quickly Sora walked away from the silver haired man's table.
Was she blind or something?
Plus, with the nice clothing he looked like a good tipper as long as the service was good. She had considered that maybe Sora had a boyfriend already especially after she talked to the other servers. Apparently, the teen had been asked out before by one of their guests and the girl had declined, saying that she was interested in someone else.
Karen took another glance at the man's table. Sora was passing him by without looking at him but the man's eyes were following her movements to the back kitchen.
Well, he has an interest at least.
"Um, are you going to take my order?"
The sandy blonde snapped her head forward. "Oh of course! What'll it be?"
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Sora came back to his table with his pizza.
While she moved about the pizzeria, he re-strategized and decided that jumping straight to the main issue was not working with her.
"Why are you working here?"
She paused with his personal pizza hovering over the table and then she set it down a little harder than she should have.
"What do you care?"
He refrained from responding the same way as their dinner date. "What makes you think I don't?"
"There's hardly anything that makes me think that you do."
"I picked you up from the airport."
She continued to cut the pizza into slices. "Only because of May."
He paused a little as he mulled that over. "That is the second time you've mentioned something along those lines." He tilted his head in memory. "Third, if you count Wednesday."
"Probably because it's true," she bit out.
His eyes noticed the tight grip she had on the knife. "You're jealous."
"In your dreams."
"Hm," he started as he leaned back in the cushion of the booth, "My dreams have more pleasing topics."
Her knife slipped off the plate.
She stared at him wide eyed. He stared back, bold grey eyes unrelenting. She quickly averted her eyes, her cheeks a little red but she was not willing to let him get to her.
"Is that all you want me for, then? One night and then that's that?"
His eyes continued to stare at her. Only once? No, he did not think that would be possible. She had a much stronger hold on him than she realized.
"You underestimate yourself," he murmured.
The knife stopped in the middle of cutting. She stared hard at the pizza for some time and then continued cutting it at a faster pace.
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