𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘

1. Late shift.

I usually didn't care about what I looked like after work going into Onigiri Miya, but I guess today I felt differently.

I walked in to be surprised. 4 pretty women made a large wall around the register all flirting with the owner.

"Wow such a handsome chef like you is still single?~ "

One after another, complement after complement. I rolled my eyes. I stood behind them not having any view of Osamu and checked out the girls in front of me a bit jealous they looked so good while I looked like I got in a fight with a bear.

My stomach growled loudly and I held it in my hands watching the weird one sided interaction with the girls. One would leave and come back butting in between me and the register. It was pretty clear she was doing to much, though she didnt seem to read the room. I didn't really care though I was fucking hungry after a 8 hour shift at work and my feet where killing me.

When the girls finally left after getting rejected and pleading for the owners number I came forward and smiled.

Surprisingly he smiled and raising a brow.

"Oh hey, the usual?"

He asks as I try to hide my hungry face behind a redbull I grabbed in the cooler.

"Yes please"

I say licking my lips. He huffs looking at my drink and turning around to pull out a pre-made onigiri.

"Thank you"

I say grabbing it hungrily while moving to the bar stool that stood beside the register.

"Working all those late shifts huh?"

Osamu says. I look to him surprised. We only really spoke 2 out of the 3 times I come. Usually about the weather or food. Though this question was just normal small talk for us the way he talked felt out of the character. I was to tired to asses it though.

I noded hungry looking up while chewing with some food in my teeth I said

"Its the only ones theyd give me"

I say examining him as he talked and cleaned the counter.

"Well you should ask for earlier shifts cause all this cant be good for your health"

He says going over to sip his water while looking to me the store silent now. I feel a small smile form on my lips I chuckle a bit before I answer

"Your sick of me aren't you."

I say chuckling again as his smile goes wide a scoff escaping him lips.

Osamu was a very calm and not to expressive of a guy. I didnt want to fill my ego or make shit up but I felt we had chemistry that made him get out of his shell. Not just in talking. Usually with someone as attractive as him id be awkward, but since my first shift next door, I walked in and felt fine.

"Well I mean id close earlier if you didnt come.." He says with a snarky tone but not cold enough to hurt my feelings.

I huff getting up rolling my eyes as the food I demolished gets evaporated in my stomach acids. Before he goes back to the back and cleans up I go to the front door ready to leave. Opening the door a chime goes and I hear Osamu yell with sudden foot steps.

"Wait" I hear come in such a hurry but yet with such a calm voice.

"its dark out let me walk you home."