Read The Fine Print {Azul x Reader}

Inappropriate!

   Did Azul look sincerely happy to see you? What a strange expression to see from him. No mischievous glimmer in his eyes this time. You wished he would be like that more often, maybe you'd trust him more if he was. You shed your massive coat and drop it on the couch. Azul's eyes sparkle a little when your trusty dress is revealed.
"Oi, I know I look good, but don't stare," the slightest blush dusts Azul's cheeks. 'Hah, almost cute.'
"Just making sure you look presentable for our customers!" He happily lies. You scoff. "I trust you won't make a habit of being late?"
"Yeah, won't let it happen again, unless something out of my control happens, of course," you pull out your phone and use the camera to check your hair. You're satisfied with your appearance above the neck, but you need an outside opinion on the rest of you. "Yo, do my boobs look okay?" You casually ask Azul, who nearly jumps out of his seat.
"W-w-what?! Y/n, t-t-that's not really appropriate!" Azul tries to cover his face with his arm.
"It isn't? Sorry," you say blankly, as if this is a question a high school boy should be used to receiving. "Just trying to look good, since that's part of my job," you say this as you grab your chest and adjust your bra slightly to be sure everything is is its place. Azul hides his face even more.
   "Please... please stop that!" Azul's voice is higher than normal. Though you enjoy the sight of his cracking composure, you don't want to make him too uncomfortable.
   "Okay, damn. But you know, I wouldn't have to ask if you had a decent mirror in here," you flatten the fabric on your hips as your last adjustment. Azul, who was so happy to see you minutes ago, now can't look you in the eye.
   "I... I'll look into it. You know, Y/n, you could probably get here in about twenty minutes if you had a form of transportation."
   "Well, can't afford my own, and I hate public transportation, so walking is the only viable option," Azul sighs at your stubbornness.
   "Perhaps we can set you up with a Magical Wheel? My clubmate is great with technology, he could get you one with no problem," It scares you every time Azul gets generous.
   "There's no way I could use something like that. No magic, remember?" Azul gets over his embarrassment and plasters his infamous smirk back on.
   "Then... you could always move into the dorm!" You scream as if someone just tackled you out of nowhere.
   "AHH! No way! I'm not living here with all these... these boys... all these rules... AHH!" You say this as if this is the most disturbing sentence ever spoken. You leave the VIP room, ready to get to work and forget the insulting suggestion.

   During the work day, you think nonstop about Azul's reaction to your 'innocent' question. 'Boys can be so funny...' You finish serving a group, eagerly collect your tip, and decide it's time for one of your designated breaks. You pour yourself a glass of orange juice from the bar and burst into the VIP room without knocking. Azul is mildly startled at your loud entrance.
   "Oh, you're still here," you say to Azul as if he ever left during the workday.
   "Taking your break? It's rare we get a chance to talk one on one like this!" Azul moves from the desk to the couch opposite you. He is way too excited for this chance to extract more information. You dash this quite quickly.
    "What do you keep in the vault?" You ask point blank. Azul's eyes widen.
   "Where did that come from?"
   "Like you said, this is a rare chance to talk one on one. So I'm asking what I've been wondering longest," you put your empty glass on the coffee table and await an answer.
   "Fufu~ I'll tell you if you stay employed here for a full year," you pout at this.
   "Come on man, you gotta give me something. You know so much about me that you shouldn't. I think it's fair I know a little more about my boss. Especially if I'm gonna be working here long enough to learn about that vault," you shudder at the thought of working here for that long, but you know it's highly likely. "Or... would you rather I ask Jade and Floyd about you?" Azul's shoulders stiffen at the thought.
   "Very well, ask me what you want. But I can't guarantee I'll answer everything."