Chapter 5
To myself, I said, "Here we go," as the door opened for the first time. They were all staring at me as I approached the table they were sitting at. As I got closer to the table, I could sense that all eyes were on me. In order to give off the idea that I was happy, I plastered on a phoney grin and kept my focus on the ladies in the room. I knew I had to limit the amount of time I spent gazing at the twins or I would go crazy.
Sitting next to Lowell was Lovel, and Faolan was joined by Duko and a stunning black-haired woman. Both Lowell and Lovel in turn. "Hey there, my name is Lovota, and I'll be serving you today." When Lovel sneered at me, I almost let out a groan in response. "Are you interested in getting something to drink this evening?" Introducing the Lovota. "What kind of a name is that?" The girl with the black hair prompted Lovel to giggle so hard that she was snorting through her nose. At intervals during our conversation, I looked at the two of them and grinned. My specific plea was, "Give me some water."
Lovel took a big breath and said, "But I'm going to need something a lot stronger if I have to look at your freaky eyes for too long." I couldn't get my head around what precisely about my situation was being seen as "weird." Seeing a different colour emanate from each of your pupils—was it really that out of the -ordinary? Extremely rare, yet not in any way frightening. Since I was born with one brown eye and one blue eye, it is quite difficult for me to find a tint that properly complements both of my eye colours.
Do you not see the usefulness in that? Without a shadow of a doubt, Looking across to Lowell and Duko, I nearly sighed at the sight of the silly grins on their faces, which I couldn't help but notice. The two sisters ordered Pepsis for themselves, while the two ladies asked for water. I sprang up from the table quickly to assist the two other people who were sitting close. In the end, I made a beeline for the back room to get their Dr. Inks, which I regard as the cherry on top. The chefs, Daciana and Kyle, halted me as I was about to leave the kitchen and return to the dining room. I'm interested in hearing how the twins are doing.
Daciana asked as she gazed into the dining room, a pout playing at the corners of her lips. Whenever the phrase "always pleasant when dealing with them" was used, I felt myself rolling my eyes. "Was that always pleasant?" As I turned back, Kyle was standing next to me, his arm slung over my shoulder. I became anxious and uptight. Kyle was the kind of man who would flirt with each woman he saw and had no idea how to respect a lady's need to be alone. Kyle had no clue what it meant to respect a woman's boundaries when it came to her physical space.
Daciana must have told him to keep away from her dozens of times in a single day; I laughed out loud just thinking about it. To think that he would really listen to what I had to say was beyond my wildest imaginings. Kyle is undeniably attractive to the eye. His hair was sun-kissed and styled in a manner reminiscent of Superman's, so that it fell loosely over his head. His nose was long and freckled, giving him a chiselled look. He would have fit in better as a chef in Georgia than a surfer in Sacramento. "Why do you feel the need to put your dirty hands all over everyone?" "Why do you feel the need to touch everyone?" Daciana puffingly fixed her furious gaze on Kyle while putting her fists on her hips. Before he put his arm around me, Kyle gave me a devilish grin that sent a rush of blood to my face. The phrase "alright, alright" was used both times. I was feeling really hot at the time, and I swung at him to scare him off.
The two were returning to the kitchen when Kyle gave Daciana a sardonic grin and said, "Jealousy is not your style." This term is called "Vermin." A frown, a shake of the head, and a middle finger showed Daciana's disgust with him. Her red, bouncy ladies were bumping against one another so quickly that it seemed like a fire was being started. There was never enough time for me to develop romantic feelings for guys in the past. That's what I hope will happen. When I lived with my grandmother, I was too little to notice them, and when I moved in with Ashina, after she had moved in with my grandmother, I was even younger. I was worrying about myself too much to see anything else going on.
"Lovel sure does have it in for you, doesn't he?" Daciana nodded slightly, as if to answer the question. After a long sigh, I finally responded, "It seems that." I purposefully tried to have a steady rhythm of breathing as I approached their table so that I could steal some of their beverages before they noticed. When I got where I was going without losing anything, I was so happy that I almost let out a shout of delight. I went up to them, grabbed the drinks, and placed them on the table. I was going to place Lowell's cup down when I observed that Lowell's hand went forward at the exact same moment as mine did.
Its contents spilled all over the table when the soda glass fell over. When he smiled with those wide lips, my words were caught in my throat and I couldn't get an answer from him. His black eyes were sparkling with mischief as he stared at me, and they burned as they met mine. "I sincerely apologise for that." I made an attempt to be as courteous as possible in my speech. "Let me clean that up for you, and I'll get you another one." I pursed my lips in thought as I reached into my pocket for a new towel and began mopping up the spilled Coke.
At random intervals, I couldn't help but scan the whole table with my gaze. I was forced to take that action. I'd have to go quite near Lowell in order to clean it. A lot closer than I would have liked. "I hope you can get over your timidity, since I really like you. All this chaos started because of you. As Lowell saw my face flush, he winked at me and gave me a wicked look to put me in my place. I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach as I leaned over the table, and my heart came dangerously close to pounding out of my chest. Because Lowell's face was only a few inches away from mine, I was able to smell the powerful scent that he was wearing.
I don't think I've ever encountered a fragrance as captivating as this one. Its taste was robust and earthy, with just a hint of sweetness. I was left wondering what Duko must smell like. "What are you wearing that makes you smell like cologne?" My eyes followed Lowell's as he inquired quietly, drawing his attention. They were both staring at me expectantly, Lowell's eyes darting to Duko for a second before returning to me. My expression changed as I struggled to process what he was saying, becoming more perplexed and shocked.
It was difficult for me to formulate a response, and I wasn't even sure why they needed one. As their eyes fixed on me with a peculiar intensity, I whispered, "I don't see why that matters," but I managed to get out just half of the words. "I don't see why that matters." I was anxious to get away from the intense and almost angry glances that Duko and Lowell were giving me, so I went back into the kitchen to retrieve a new drink. "How are you doing, Lovota?"
When I tried to keep going, Kyle halted me with a lifted, sandy eyebrow. My response was a sneer: "Yeah, Kyle. " The kitchen was the last place I wanted to be, so I immediately grabbed another drink and bolted out of there. When I placed the drink on the table in front of Lowell, I breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't knock it over. "Is everyone ready to put in their order?" I asked with a grin that was obviously forced this time around. Lowell and Duko both seemed to have drastically altered their demeanour.
They weren't giving me the knowing grins they usually do; instead, they seemed genuinely distressed. Neither of them seemed to notice my presence. I could hear the twins' glares at me from across the dining room, and I could make out Lovel's snorty chuckle. The remainder of my shift went as planned. Lovel's salad had at least sixty different things wrong with it and needed to be altered while Lowell and Duko were hurling petty comments at me. I smiled and bit the inside of my cheek to make it seem like I hadn't heard the insults. I gave out a huge sigh of relief as soon as the four of them got up to go. I hurried like crazy back to their table to get the bill and then punched out at the back of the restaurant. My eyes became noticeably larger as I stared at the bill. Those twins were most clearly up to no good, and I was the unfortunate recipient of their game. They paid around $1000 total and kindly left me a gratuity of about $90.
They needed to have come from money or be capable of doing well financially. The combination of their good looks and self-assurance leads me to believe that they are quite wealthy. From this, I may infer that they have substantial financial resources. The biggest issue with the bill wasn't the tip amount. The little message at the bottom of the receipt gave me the most cause for alarm; it made me feel nauseous and sent butterflies racing through my stomach. "I'll see you soon, sweetie." from your favourite FD