Cowboy Bebop: Eyes Like Mine (Spike x Reader x Vicious)

Chapter One: Waitress Blues

(Third Person P. O. V)

She works in a downtown Chinese restaurant as her customers were always the kind of regulars to chat one's ear off and leave a tip under the peek of an alabaster glass plate. The occasional new folk were always kind passerbys as well, usually never able to linger too long in this city as the young women then would find herself secretly wishing her life would take her elsewhere just like their own.

To follow the wind whichever direction it took her, that was a true life, she presumed.

She was quiet, but in her work place she became lively and helpful which always made customers wish to return in hopes to see her soft genuine smile and hear the small talk of ever changing life over a good hot meal.

(Your name) was no more than a girl in her early twenties having the typical thoughts and fears of life passing her by, dazed mindsets and dreams of unrealistic romances or aspirations yet to be obtained from occurrent stances always came across the eyes and skin of her soft face to view when asked about her future from talkative customers.

Dreams stained her irises, and regret kept her colored lips clasped.

"No husband? With that pretty face? I'm certainly surprised! I have a grandson around the same age as you looking for a girl and I hope it isn't too much for me to give you his number deary. Now...where's my pen?"

"How long have you been working here?" "-That long? Do they at least pay you good?"

"How long have you lived here?"
"-Wow, and you never considered moving? It's a big galaxy out there. Many cities to go to. I couldn't be stuck in one place for that long now. Only old people are like that."

Tonight's late shift for the young women was just as any other night. The soft distant buzzing of the crimson neon open sign flickered lightly on the letter 'O' as she would dully flick her eyes to and fro the few occupied tables, spotting to see if anything was needed of the people amongst them. Her eyes would glide subtly back over to look again to the vibrant sign hanging on the clear glass window, shielded slightly by dark brown blinds that was littered with aged dust.

Having looked absentmindedly to another letter within the worded sign being an emerald blinding, 'welcome' with a non-rhythmic flickering, her eyes would then cast to the bright hue of soft purple with the title, 'Dragon Temple' being that of her work place title to stare to.

Glasses remained filled, emptied plates were taken, checks issued and the woolongs were processed as she would then avert her eyes dismissively to the clock, checking to see the remaining few hours before closing time now that all that was needed to be done at the moment was finished.

Everyday here seemed to be just as the last.

It was usually like this for the week days to commence in her hours. Customers slow to come but also slow to leave.

Amongst the next few hundred ticks of the hanging time keeper did (Your name) decide to start her nightly duties of cleaning the front desk counters and counting the tips. Task by task she went on her way to clear out everything in a slow methodical pace to further waste the time away and relieve herself from her shift as her other waitress coworkers to help could not be present, having more important matters in their daily lives to fulfill.

Two.

Two hours remained now as she now found herself dully standing behind the counter. The miniature statue of a white cat with it's paw up stood to preoccupy her attention the most as she then thought to look to the paper work she still had to do for the remaining few tables in the restaurant.