Chapter 43: Birthday Bee (Part 2/4)
"Uh, we would like to have a table for two please," I respond.
"But of course! We just had a table open up right beside one of our windows if that suits your fancy," Bisque offers.
"Is that okay with you, Nectar?" I ask, glancing at her.
"It's perfect!" Nectar answers joyously, hugging me tighter.
"Excellent! Does this happen to be a special occasion?" Bisque inquires.
"Yeah, it's this beautiful bee's birthday today!" I reply.
"R-Ryuta! I-I don't need anything special!" Nectar stammers and blushes, burying her face in my chest.
"It's kinda my job today to spoil you though," I chuckle.
"Tch," Bisque clicks her tongue. "Wish I could get spoiled," she quietly mumbles, shooting a glare at me. I just knew she was gonna say something. "A birthday, huh? We offer a free dessert and twenty percent discount off of your total for those along with a complimentary happy birthday song sung by me and my staff!" She notifies me excitedly.
"Perfect!" I exclaim.
"N-No birthday song, Ryuta!" Nectar objects.
"Okay okay. No birthday song for the birthday bee," I decline the offer to assure her.
"Very well. Let me show you two to your seats," Bisque leads us to our table. "My staff will take over now. Please browse our fine selection of beverages and food we have available today." Walking away, she immediately goes back to tending to the new customers rolling in. I'm so glad Bisque didn't cause any trouble because I don't know what the hell would happen if Nectar noticed that we know each other.
"Glad that was painless," I accidentally sigh out loud.
"Oh, are restaurants usually a bad time for you?" Nectar asks.
"J-Just when it comes to getting a table. Everything else is fine though," I answer.
"I see," she opens her menu up. "Hey, so I've been meaning to ask this but what do you do for a living, Ryuta?" …Goddamn it! How can I swerve past having to mention my homestays to avoid setting her off?
"U-Um, I-I work for Cultural Exchange!" I reply quickly.
"Oooh, you do? What division are you in?" She inquires. Fuck! Should've just lied and said I was still working retail but of course I'm sure she will fact check. Gotta tell the truth and brace for impact!
"U-Um… I-Interspecies… H-Homestay… Program," I hesitantly answer, sweating more and more bullets by the second. Her eyes peer from over the top of her menu in an instant.
"So you're a host then?" She asks, her tone becoming noticeably tinged with jealousy. Her lower left hand starts tapping a finger on the table.
"T-That's right," I affirm. I need a hero right now!
"How many homestays do you have?" Her eyes narrow at me.
"Two," I reply. Her tapping stops. Technically, it would be three because of Polt staying over off and on but she's not on the documents so that's not a lie.
"Only two? Perfectly manageable then," she breathes a sigh of relief.
"…Manageable for what?" I question.
"For you, silly!" She responds, winking at me while playfully kicking my right leg.
"Hey, I can handle plenty," I say.
"Sure you can," she giggles. One of Bisque's waitresses quickly approaches our table with a notepad in her right hand and a pen sticking out of her short brown hair.
"Sorry for the wait! My name is Claire and I will be your waitress today. What will you two be having?" Claire asks, her voice having a vaguely French accent. I can't tell if it's genuine or just part of Bisque's set dressing. Probably both knowing how she is.
"Don't worry about it. Let's see…," my eyes browse over the menu. Hmm, this chicken and fries dish looks to be up my alley. "I'll have this dish called Pou…Pouret Flites?" I take my best guess at how to pronounce the name. Claire and Nectar giggle at my attempt.
"That would be Poulet Frites, Ryuta," Nectar corrects me, adopting a pretty convincing French accent.
"Oh, wow! You know French?! That's pretty cool, Nectar!" I exclaim, astonished.
"T-Thank you! I-I only dabble though!" She stutters. "Anyway, I'll have the boeuf bourguignon with mashed potatoes."
"For a dabbler, your pronunciation is certainly très bien!" Claire compliments, her accent becoming stronger. Guess that answers my earlier question. Honestly, I think I'm finding it kinda sexy too. "Oops. My native tongue is seeping out. Any more and neither of you won't understand a thing I'm saying. I'll return with your meals right away!" She leaves after taking our menus.
"Y'know, you should teach me a couple French words and such on another occasion," I suggest.
"I can certainly oblige, mon cher," Nectar wields a seductive and deep tone. I don't know what exactly that means but I can take a wild guess that it's similar to Sweetheart and the like. Either way, I hate that I'm pitching a tent now.
"Hehe. You're blushing so hard right now, y'know? Does my French make you feel things?" She teases.
"N-No way!" I deny. She leans across the table, making sure her cleavage is in full view. D-Don't stare!
"No lying, mon cher~," she whispers in my ear, turning me into mush on the spot.
"S-So what if it does?" I stammer, avoiding eye contact.
"I could make you feel other things too if you like," she grabs my chin and makes me look into her lustful narrowed eyes.
"L-Like what?" I gulp anxiously.
"Maybe you'll find out later," she alludes, pulling away to return to her side of the table. She's done rattled me good! Now my tent is beyond sturdy! I need to handle it to clear my mind.
"I-I think I need to go to the bathroom," I start to get up.
"No, you don't. Sit back down," she commands harshly. Shit! "Besides, our food will arrive any second now."
"H-Haha! Y-You're right! What was I thinking?" I chuckle.
"Good. Glad you see it my way," she smirks. I'm sweating bullets now! God, I'm on the cusp of canceling dinner just so I can destroy that pussy right away! I'm sure Nectar would be ecstatic if I cut to the chase! No! Just no! Listen to your damn brain and not your dick, Ryuta! I know you wanna fuck her brains out but sticking your dick in a ticking time bomb is not the mistake you wanna make! I-I know that but she's so tempting and she knows it too otherwise she would let me leave so I could go bust a quick one in a toilet stall! Focus on the food when it arrives and once we're both done eating, I can drop her off at her place and get the hell away as fast as possible! I can take all that sexual tension and fuck my lovely girlfriends when I get home after that! I'll be grateful to ignore the carnal call of Nectar! Right! I don't know what I was thinking just before! I can resist her! As if on cue, Claire returns with our entrees.
"I hope the wait wasn't too long! Here's the Poulet Frites for the gentleman!" Claire sets down a plate in front of me. The savory smell of chicken and fries dances into my nostrils making my mouth water.
"This looks even better than the picture! Thanks!" I grin.
"No problem and here is the boeuf bourguignon with mashed potatoes for the lady," she places Nectar's dish down. The hearty stew rests on a fluffy white bed and runs down the sides acting also as a gravy for the potatoes. I gotta try to make that for Polt, Lilith, and Draco one of these days. It's practically just like making curry I wager.
"Thank you! I can tell this will be super yummy!" Nectar smiles, her antennas twitch excitedly. Heh. Reminds me of Polt's tail.
"You're very welcome! If I can be of further help, just let me know! Please enjoy yourselves!" Claire bows and goes to tend to the other customers. Alright! Just enjoy the food, continue having a nice time with Nectar, and definitely avoid having sex with her. Should be easy, right?!