i turned to you | kotomi + makoto
[â] â Kotomi had been glancing from her cup of tea to the note she had in her hand over and over again, still reluctant on whether or not she should just take her leave. But the thought of the person wanting to confess to her arriving the very moment she left only caused the young girl to stay rooted on her seat. But then her attention was soon take away the second a voice came to her senses.
Could it beâ? With genuinely hopeful eyes, Kotomi gazed up with slight enthusiasm dawning down upon her face. However, when she was only greeted by the sight of one of the waiters, her eyes softened and she looked back down at the note. It seemed like the one who wrote it really had no plans in meeting her at all and the mulberry-haired girl had never felt like such an idiot until now.
Recalling the waiterâs presence, she glanced up at himâ seemingly reluctant. Now that she had concluded that the person she was expecting to meet wonât be arriving any time soon, Kotomi now had to wonder about something else. Why would this tall guy want to join her? In her perspective, he was the first person to approach her all dayâ oblivious to the fact that a number of waiters already tried to get her attention earlier.
"Are you a bully? Are you⌠Are you going to call me names?"
"E-Eh?!" he breathed, eyes widening in surprise, "w-what gave you that idea? N-No way!" Putting his white-gloved hands up in defensive, an action in a weak attempt to show he was a friend and not a foe, the olive haired waiter continued, "The only name I would call you is your give one, ma'am.. which is..?" Makoto trailed off, flashing her a soft yet expecting look as he waited for her to finish his sentence. While he could have looked at the list of customers that had signed in the moment they arrived, he hadn't thought that far ahead, figuring as though he could work introductions into their conversation.
Besides, I'd probably look like a prowler if I did that, huh?
Under the consideration of how the 'okay' for taking a seat wasn't given, the olive haired waiter simply looked just as that -- a waiter donned with a butler's attire, ready to tend to his customer. Because of the fact, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her, taking in both her characteristics and presence from his position. From what he gathered by her mannerisms and delicate utterance, he presumed she had been accustomed to ridicule, which lead to the notion she was waiting for the inevitable all this time -- waiting for embarrassment because of a cruel joke, perhaps?
Hey, don't jump to conclusions, Makoto chided himself inwardly, furrowing his eyebrows. Just because she asked if you were a bully.. doesn't mean she's been exposed to that.. right? ..Maybe?
