latte [ twst oneshots ]

- till you hit the ground. azul ashengrotto.

short oneshot, feminine terms.

"And I don't suppose there's anything really good in it for me, is there?"

You have to applaud Azul for his nearly-impeccable poker face, though you might be inclined to pick on him and no one else at the table if you ever played. A flicker of hesitation is enough for you to recognise his blind spot that you had hit squarely on the head.

"Well, I mean. I think the profits you're going to receive might far exceed the wages you're offering to pay me. And the hours are good, but-"

"But?" Azul looks very suspicious of you now, if he wasn't before. "Are the wages unsatisfactory? This job will be temporary too, if anything-"

"No, no." You sit back. "This is a new environment, after all, so I was thinking, perhaps I should get some real world experience." You smile, and the nail hits home a moment before you say it. "I'd like to work here. As a waitress."

Would it be too insensitive to pull out your camera and capture the memory of Azul's priceless expression? Perhaps, so you settle with a triumphant grin.

"I don't- I don't," he sputters, removing his glasses to wipe at his eyes and compose himself. "See why you would want to have a proper job. The school covers your living expenses, doesn't it?"

Even before you compose your response, you can tell that Azul had already given in. It was a fair business venture anyways, to provide the femininity these boys were so clearly lacking in their daily lives. You didn't mind a few admiring looks either, especially if Floyd was the one ensuring your safety.

And, well. Azul was sweet, to try and pretend that his getting flustered was anything less than what it actually was.