Que Take One
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Kiyomi sighed, looking herself into the mirror...
'Ah... my lipstick...'
It must've smudged when she ate earlier...
She swiftly built the makeup back to its former glory, tucking his hair behind her ears.
"Kiyomi! We need you out here again..." The manager of her club snapped her out of her check up, turning on his heel to leave... Back out to serve the club.
She looked over herself one more time in the mirror, huffing out in determination then making her way out of the backroom.
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"Good evening, sir..." Kiyomi bowed, grinning at the man who one of the waiters showed her to...
A simple hum was all she got in response, not a single word leaving his mouth...
"Would you like to order anything?..." She was the first to break the moment of silence, she couldn't have any of her clients be stuck in an awkward moment with her, could she, now?
"The order is up to you. If I don't like it, then finishing it will also be up to you." A stern, straight forward answer...
Kiyomi was a bit stunned, though she still called over a waiter,
'I've delt with worse...'
"My name is Kiyomi, may I know yours?" The man furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head.
"I heard, it's Someya. No snappy nicknames, yeah?" Kiyomi grinned, nodding in agreement.
"Of course."
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"Tell me about yourself."
"That's too vague, if you want to know more then get more specific." Someya propped up his elbows up onto the couch, looking away.
Kiyomi dimmed slightly, not being able to tell wether he was tense or always just a jerk, the action not going noticed.
Sighing, she turned on her brighter demetor,
"Well let's start with what you work as, then." Someya scoffed,
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Kiyomi pursed her lips,raising a brow.
Allright then, guess that was too personal for him.
"How about why are you here?"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean why did you decide to come to our club?" Kiyo quickly corrected her tone, Someya perking at the question.
"Ah... well, work can be... demanding." He sighed, resting his chin on the heel of his hand.
"I see... how so?"
Just as Someya was about to respond, the waiter came by, a fruit platter and a bottle in hand.
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"That's one basic order..." He picked up the bottle, examining it with a light scowl on his face.
Kiyomi shrugged,
"It's what I prefer, this's what happens when you let someone else order." She laughed lightly, pouring Someya a glass.
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Someya raised an eyebrow, a smile cracking across his face...
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Kiyomi smiled, a slight tug of worry in her eyes.
"Someya..." She tilted her head, the waiter who showed her to him also looking at him with suspicion.
Six months since his first visit... and saying that he'd been coming by more frequently since then would be an understatement...
"Where do you find all this time to come here?" Kiyomi adjusted her bracelet, pursing his lips...
"Hm? Don't you want me around?" He placed the back of his hand under his chin, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course, not! But everyday... not even our regular-regulars come by that often..."
"Well then I guess I'm different than your other 'regular-regualrs'."
Kiyomi smiled, a light sigh escaping her lungs...
"I guess not, huh?"
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