A beautiful girl walks tired through the busy city at night, under her umbrella in the rain, resting in her moment of peace.
A young man who knows the woman in her private life sees her, and goes up to her without her being aware of her surroundings.
"Hey…"
She looks up slowly, unaware of who called out to her, but then her eyes slightly widen from the shock of seeing the young man.
"…Scarlett, is everything alright?"
Scarlett looks at him without a response for a moment, but then looks back down and shakes her head.
"…I know a nice bar, they serve nice food."
She gives him a look that says "oh come on, are you serious right now?", while also keeping a bit of open-mindedness about her maybe misunderstanding what he had meant.
"Ahaha, sorry, I know it's a weird way to put it, but don't you want to?"
She sighs and begins to ponder.
"They have those cooking stoves things at the tables. We could cook all sorts of tasty meats."
She salivates at the thought.
Scarlett, with her head down, stares up into his eyes, "*nods*". Despite having Hunter eyes, they naturally give off a feeling of both beauty and power.
A mixture of power and dominance.
But right now, they're as big as a puppy's.
He smiles empathetically, while also finding her cuteness heartwarming.
"Follow me."
The two walk with their umbrellas.
Scarlett tails him, keeping a slight distance subconsciously.
He doesn't mind though, so long as she doesn't get lost.
They stay silent the entire time they walk towards the bar.
Along the way, they hear the sound of car wheels splashing against the wet concrete streets, that are lit up by the neon lights of the active nighttime city, and the sounds of large crowds of people that they walk past as well as around many social gathering events that are taking place.
During the walk, he thought to himself, 'I wonder why she's in a suit? And more importantly, why does she have a sword on her back?
…
Well, I won't force her to tell me, she seemed a little down.
…
She is pretty stylish though, especially considering how she's only wearing her right sleeve of the vest. It must be so that the sword can hold.'
He then looks back, to make sure she's still following him, and notices that she's sight seeing her walk.
He smiles and then looks straight again.
After some time passes, he says,
"We should be around the corner now.".
She doesn't respond.
He first makes it to the bar, he turns around and says to her, "This way!".
They both shake off their umbrellas and step inside.
"Table for two.", he asks the old man behind the counter.
"Ummm… can you tell the beautiful lady to put the sword away?", the old man asks.
"Oh, ahaha, I totally forgot."
He then goes up to her and whispers, "you don't mind if I hold onto your sword for you, do you?".
She takes it off her back and places it in his hand without a word or an ounce of hesitation, and then puts her left arm through the other sleeve of her vest.
The young man holds the sword like luggage, which seems to be enough to let the old man feel more at ease.
He then steps out from behind his counter, and tells them, "This way.".
The young man and Scarlett follow the old man, and she still keeps a distance from the young man.
The young man inspects the sword in his hands as he walks, 'This is so cool. Seriously, why does she have this?
I'm really tempted to unsheeth it, but I feel like that'd be an invasion of privacy…'
They then sit at their table, and the young man places the sword next to him on the red leather couch, while the Scarlett sits across from him.
"Here are the menus, feel free to call me when you're ready.", says the old man.
"Thank you.", says the young man.
Scarlett opens up the menu right away, and as she scans through it with her finger, the young man notices something, 'Her umbrella didn't do a great job at shielding her… I can see through her shirt…'
He can't help but feel at least a bit nervous around his friend, considering how beautiful her perfectly kept, jet black, long hair is in a pony tail, her cool facial features, her wet and slightly see-through white button shirt that pokes out from in between the middle of her vest and black tie, and her cute but subtle expressions.
'How can you be cute, cool, and hot all at the same time…? It's not fair.'
The young man then looks through his menu as well.
Once the young man decides what he wants, he asks her, "Have you decided yet?".
She looks a little disappointed.
"What's wrong?"
She then shakes her head to let him know that there's nothing wrong with the food.
"What is it?"
She lifts her hand hesitantly, and then starts flipping the pages in his menu.
She then carefully points to the one she wants, disappointed in herself.
'What's wrong with it?'
He looks carefully and sees the price.
"You don't have to worry about how much it costs, it's my treat."
She looks away, brings her hand back, and nods as she sits back in her seat feeling guilty.
He then calls over the old man by raising his hand after making eye contact with him.
The old man comes over and asks with pen and notepad in hand, "What would you be ordering tonight?".
"I'll have the mixed meats table package with prawn sticks, and she'll have the golden lamb cutlet."
"A fine choice, any drinks?"
As the young man orders his drink, the girl frantically looks at him as though something unexpected happened.
"Sorry, what drink did you want?", the young man asks her.
He saw her face, making him concerned, she then quickly flicks through the menu and then points to the water.
"Um, and table water."
"Anything else?"
"That's all, thank you-"
"What names will I be serving tonight?"
"I'm Adam, and she's Scarlett."
"Wonderful names! I'll have the meats ready for cooking in no time!"
Once the old man leaves, Scarlett grabs Adam's arm.
He gets surprised, and when he looks back at her, her eyes widen to let him know that what she's trying to say is, "you know exactly what I'm so surprised about.".
He's confused for a moment, but then she looks down, to notice that the menu is gone.
She gives up and crosses her arms and gives breathes out softly through her nose.
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'This would be so much easier if she wasn't mute…'
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He thinks some more, and then realises, "The table package?".
Her eyes widen with a stern look as she nods her head twice.
"Did you not plan to eat that much?"
She shakes her head while acting cross.
"Sorry, do you have to be somewhere soon? I should have asked…"
She loosens up, "*Shakes head calmly*".
Adam then asks with his anxious feeling, "So, you're not going to leave?".
She tilts her head, and smiles while breathing out of her nose in the rhythm of slight laughter.
"Oh, good.", he feels relieved.
'So… what is it?'
"…are you on a diet?"
As she continues to smile, she becomes confused for a moment, whist he continues.
"I don't think you really need to worry about how much you eat. You're already in top shape. Anymore would be more like going backwards, wouldn't it?"
Her teeth begin to show from smiling.
Her hand covers her mouth to hide her big smile as soft breathes come out in the pattern of laughter, making him blush.
"Wha-what??!"
She laughs even harder, trying to hold herself back from using her voice as little squeaks slip out on accident.
He stays silent from the embarrassment and tries to hide his shy expression by looking down.
She then feels the urge to squeeze him because of his cuteness in her eyes, but holds herself back. Still, she has to at least ruffle his hair with her hand instead.
He looks up, and his embarrassment becomes a flustered warmth.
'Her smile is like that of a mother's, an angel's, a goddess'.
…
I'm glad to see that she's doing well now.'
He smiles softly.
They are then interrupted by the old man, ready to place the different plates of raw meat to be cooked.
"Enjoy you two~", the old man winks to Adam.
Adam quickly shakes his head as though to say that he's reading too much into it, but the old man already turned around, and didn't see his attempts to clear things up.
Adam face palms while Scarlett excitedly tries to figure out how to turn on the stove that is between them.
As she does this, he looks through his fingers, and still feels the same warmth whenever he gazes at her.
He smiles.
"Ok, let's eat."