Hisashi looked at his watch -- a few minutes
'til eight. He swallowed nervously and bit his lip, cradling the roses
in his arms. He turned to the man at the reservation desk, coughing to
get his attention. "Ahem!" The man turned to him. "Do you
have a reservation..." the snobby-looking man took a moment to look
at Hisashi's clothes, "...sir?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. Tonomura
Hisashi."
"T...T...Tonomura...yes, Tonomura Hisashi.
Special reservation for table 11 at eight?" Hisashi nodded. The man
sniffed, smelling Hisashi's cologne, and grimaced slightly. "This
way, sir," he said and led Hisashi to a cozy little table, lit with
candles, that was tucked away in a dark corner of the restaurant. //Well,
well...this isn't bad at all...Just the perfect place to work my magic.//
Hisashi smirked and thanked the man then set the roses down.
Pulling up a chair, he looked around. There were many couples there -- with anniversaries, on first dates...or celebrating Valentine's Day like he was. Hisashi sighed, his eyes scanning the entire restaurant. Still no sign of his date. Well, he might as well try to relax. He pulled out some clear, strawberry-flavored lip gloss and applied it daintily on his lips, looking around some more from the corner. He'd forgotten to put some on earlier at home because of his haste not to lose the reservation. Hisashi finished, pocketed the gloss, and picked up a wine menu. He looked through the choices, trying to decide on a particular one before his date arrived.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Teru straightened his bow tie one more time and turned
to Takuro, seeing the other having some problems with his uniform. Takuro
frowned while trying to button the shirt cuffs, tie his shoelaces, and
put on his bow tie all at the same time. "Stupid uniform doesn't
even fit...!" he complained, tugging on his floating pant leg. "Takuro,
she did her best for us. It's not her fault that you're so tall."
"You really think she tried?" Takuro asked with sarcasm-soaked words while putting on black, thick-rimmed glasses and combing his hair to the side with a part. "I mean, she cleaned us out of 50,000 yen! And I still can't believe that she didn't know who we were! Besides, I don't even look as cool as James Bond. I look like a nerd! Double-O Nerdy..." He pouted and handed Teru a fake mustache with a goatee. Teru took it and glued it on, the artificial thing twitching as he nervously laughed. "Aw, don't think of it that way. Who cares about her? We got in, didn't we? And don't think about James Bond. He's not all that great, you know?" Takuro glared at the shorter man, daring him to insult James Bond again.
Teru sweatdropped, fearing Takuro's wrath and qiuckly changed the subject, "Ano, let's go see if we can find Hisa...and hopefully, his date," the vocalist hurriedly bounded off into the busy restaurant with a pitcher of water, leaving Takuro to scramble after him, carrying a pitcher of iced-tea.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
//Damn...I can't even pronounce half the names on this
stupid wine list.// Hisashi fiddled with the list for a little longer
and finally decided on something simple, like white wine, which the waiter
promptly brought to him with the snap of a finger. As the waiter stiffly
walked away, he noticed someone approaching him. "Hey, there."
Hisashi looked up to see his date's smiling face. "H-hi!" he
quickly jumped out of his chair and picked up the roses. "T-these
are for...for you," he handed them to his date and smiled as the
other's face lit up with joy. "Aw, thanks! They're beautiful..."
Hisashi
blushed and mumbled, shuffling his feet from side to side, "Not as
beautiful as you..."
He timidly pulled the chair out, being quite the gentleman
that he was. "Please, sit down," he skipped back to the other
side of the table and sat down in his own chair, after making sure his
date was comfortable.
"Sorry, if I'm a little late. I kinda got stuck in
the traffic."
"It's no problem at all. Anyways, it was well worth
the wait..." It was his date's turn to blush this time as Hisashi
picked up their glasses and poured out some wine. He handed a wine-filled
glass to his companion and raised it up
for a toast. "A toast -- to you and to tonight," smiled, waiting
for the other's approval. "No -- to us and to Valentine's Day. Cheers!"
They giggled and 'clinked' glasses, taking a sip of the expensive wine.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Excuse me! Waiter! Could I _please_ have more tea?
I've been asking you over here for the past five minutes!" Takuro
swerved around many tables, almost spilling his pitcher of tea, and finally
made it to the obnoxious woman's table. He tried not to complain as he
poured her some more tea. Not long after, he was waved over to another
table by an equally obnoxious bald man. Teru watched his friend from across
the room then continued to wander around the immense restaurant. They'd
been in there for about ten minutes and still, he wasn't able to find
Hisashi and his date.
He wished he had a way to keep contact with Takuro without
losing him, too. //Dammit! I forgot all about those walkie talkies!//
But it was too late now, and he sighed forlornly, thinking about his giant
bag of spy gear that was carelessly left in the car. Teru was snapped
out of his thoughts as a familiar voice called out to him, "Hey,
you! Could I have more water?" He turned around and spotted the red
head sitting a few feet from him, holding out her empty glass. "Hello!
Anytime this year would be nice!" she snapped and tapped at the table
with a manicured hand.
"Ami?!" Teru's eyes popped out. He almost dropped
his pitcher.
Ami looked up at him. "That's Ami-san to you. Oh,
if you're a fan, then sorry, but I don't feel like signing autographs
tonight. So if you could just fill my glass up and go off somewhere else,
I'd really appreciate it." Apparently, she
didn't even recognize her own boyfriend. Typical. Teru popped his eyes
back in their sockets then turned his attention to the other man sitting
with her. "You heard the lady -- she'd like some water," the
slick-looking man commanded and
threw an arm around Ami.
Teru contemplated about dumping the whole pitcher of water
on the both of them and telling Ami off but decided against it, knowing
that it was going to draw unnecessary attention from the other people
and eventually -- the media...and that was the last thing he needed right
now. Besides, his mission to find Hisashi and his date was his first priority
of the night. He'll definitely take care of this business with Ami later.
//'Puffy promotion' my ass...// He thought cynically and smiled a crooked
smile, apologizing to the couple while filling Ami's glass to the brim.
Then he excused himself and turned around,
bumping face-first into Takuro. "Teru! I finally
found you!" the taller man exclaimed. "Yeah, this place is big,
isn't it?"
"It sure is! Phew! I'm so tired! You know, I didn't
come here to 'play waiter.' Where the hell is Hisashi??"
"I don't know, Takuro, but we'll have to keep searching,"
Teru said, setting down his near empty pitcher at the bar. "We should
stick together," he suggested and headed off into another direction
of the restaurant, almost leaving Takuro behind in his haste. "Hey,
wait up!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Wow, Hisa! I'm having such a great time with you tonight!" Hisashi smiled and stared across the table. The candles flickered, making their two shadows dance along the walls. His date giggled and took a long gulp of wine, downing the entire glass. Hisashi merely sat there and admired the sight before his eyes.
"Something wrong?" a soft voice asked.
"What?" Hisashi blinked then realized that he'd
been staring because his date was waving a hand in front of his face.
He turned crimson and coughed with embarrassment, jerking his head to
the side to stare nonchalantly at the
pictures on the wall. He completely missed the amused glance the other
threw his way.