Sometimes

Sang

I force my nerves down as I approach the booth full of model worthy guys, and my once hopeful potential boyfriend. 

Ugh.

The curly haired cherub looking one takes notice of my approach first, since he's sitting on the outside facing me. His eyes go wide and I can actually feel them rake over my body. Nothing I haven't experienced before, but from him it's not a disgusting leer, more of an observation. The fact that it allows me to give him a once-over helps too. 

I give my head a shake, Kota's sitting right there and I'm interested in him!

Then the long-haired blonde guy, with chocolate eyes spots me, he nudges the cherub guy a little too roughly in the ribs causing him to bark out in pain, but the long-haired dude gets a glazed over look to his eyes, which really isn't something I'm used to, to be honest. It's an awkward beat before I sidle up behind the booth and my fingers instantly comb through the hair of the person sitting with their back to me in the booth, consider it a grounding thing, otherwise I'm not entirely sure I wouldn't be having a mild panic attack being this close to Kota. I flash a smile to the cupid and the daydreamer – which makes me giggle instantly thinking it'd be the most perfect name ever for a band – and continue to play with the soft silken locks, seriously though, I have got to find out the shampoo he uses, there's no way my hair has ever been that soft. The owner of said hair groans while my fingers scratch at his scalp. Cupid's eyes snap to mine, a cocky little smirk forming on his face and I'm intrigued by where his mind must be right now.

"Evenin' gents. What can I get for you this evening?" I ask, trying my best to keep the shaking in my voice at bay. Kota seems lost in his own world, which serves me just fine, maybe he won't even notice me, wouldn't that just be the best. 

"Keep giggling like that darlin' and I'll have to administer the cure." Cupid says, leaning his body further onto the table, his green eyes shining in mirth. 

"Not if I beat you to it." I say, winking. 

A little playful banter never hurt the tips, plus what the hell else are you supposed to say to that? Giggle cure? What even is that?

"Oh, I'm sure I wouldn't mind that one bit, though you really should leave that to the professionals. I am a doctor after all." The daydreamer scoffs, rolling his eyes in the most exaggerated way, which leads me to believe this is his big line to get all the ladies.

"And I'm an Oscar winning actress researching for my next role," I say patting his hand, "what can I get you to drink Doogie Howser?" I watch as his cocky reassured posturing deflates slightly and slinks back into his seat, while the other two are practically howling at my shutting him down. Doogie mutters that he'd like a coke, the dreamer orders a ginger ale, and the person whose hair I'm currently playing with asks for an iced tea in the most luscious voice I've ever heard. Who knew that the mere pitch of a voice could be such a turn on? I'm not sure why, but the fact that they're not drinking alcohol makes me smile, if only for a moment because I'm now brought to the crushing moment of truth.

"How about you, sir?" I hold my breath, focusing on the feel of the hair between my fingers. It's calming and I can take all the calm that I can get right now. I clear my throat in an effort to gain his attention, and then, just as our eyes meet, Kota lets out the unmanliest squeal that I've ever heard. I giggle somewhat at the sound because it's gained the attention of a few people and really, it's the most un-Kota-like sound I've ever heard come out of his mouth. I watch as his lips move, counting under his breath as he takes me in, and my stomach just... drops.

Awesome.

It's always a great compliment when you send someone into a counting spiral. The others' eyes are darting between us, trying to comprehend what's going on, well all except for the person whose hair I'm playing with. They're content with staring at me, which is disconcerting but also a bit of a relief since the other two can play ping pong with their eyeballs without my having to watch.