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JURINE FELT ATSUMU'S EYES ON HER as she scanned the menu, choosing to pretend his gaze wasn't pissing her off. She bit on the inside of her mouth as her mind started rattling off the calories.
360 . . . 245. . .13- Jurine took a deep breath, forcing the counting to a halt. Do not think about it. It's just a fake date.
A waitress around Jurine's age came to them with a beaming smile. "Our specials are-" She rattled off a couple of specials in a bored tone, face lowered as she grabbed a pen from her pocket. As she looked up at the two, her eyes landed on Atsumu and her face flushed. "Oh! Good evening, are you ready to order?"
Jurine stared at the girl as she fiddled with her hair. Can you be any more pathetic? Acting all googly-eyed at a random guy? Atsumu handed her the menu. "The sushi platter, please. That's okay with you?"
"Huh? Oh, that's fine. And yakisoba please," she added, handing her menu. "And ice water with lemon."
Atsumu gave his drink order and the waitress shuffled off. There were a few other couples and a family scattered around the restaurant. Jurine fidgeted with her fingers, her leg moving restlessly, tapping against the edge of her skateboard under the table.
"You know, you really look good in that dress," Atsumu said, leaning forward on his hands.
Jurine raised an eyebrow. "You've said that. I didn't believe you the first time and I don't this time. It's just a dress."
He chuckled. "Yeah, but I meant it."
Jurine pursed her lips, folding her arms over the table to stop her anxious movements. "Thanks, but this is a one-time thing. I . . . don't wear this."
"Fair enough. So Juri," she couldn't help but wince internally with the way he spoke her name, adding emphasis to the vowels, "tell me about yourself."
"There really isn't much to know,'" she admitted as the waitress came with their drinks.
"I'm sure that's not true. I'm curious to learn everything."
She twirled the contents around with the straw, ice clinking against the glass. Jurine didn't understand why someone would want to get to know her, least of all Atsumu Miya. Sure, he was a pain in her literal ass but if you subtracted that out, he was immensely popular. It seemed illogical to her because he was many things she wasn't.
Popular, carefree, easygoing. Well-liked. He was almost like a fucking child in a sense and it was just unfathomable to her. She held to such a quotidian routine as she did in her life.
"Yeah, and that is still a mystery as to why," she muttered. "You're a bit late for that. Don't you think?"
"What was that?" He took a sip of his Sprite.
She shook her head. "Nothing," she lied, waving her words off. "Alright, what do you want to know? I cannot guarantee you'll get riveting answers though. I'm a pretty boring person."
