𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍 • ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

the date

𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟾𝚝𝚑

"𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎?" The perky hostess's voice bounces through the air like a song. The first thing I notice is her hair—a stunning platinum blonde, extremely curly, with vibrant hot pink fading into the tips. Her makeup is heavy yet adorable, with sparkling eyes and glossy lips that match her lively personality. She grins at us, picking up two menus and beckoning us over with a long, perfectly manicured acrylic finger.

Mikasa and I walk behind her, and I can't help but steal glances at her outfit. She's wearing jade green leggings that hug her figure, a pink tank top layered over a white undershirt, and an array of cute bracelets and necklaces that jingle softly with each step. Ugh! I'm so jealous! How does she manage to look so effortlessly cool?

She guides us to our table, setting down our menus with a flourish. I read her name tag, "Britney," and can't help but smile at how fitting it is for her bubbly personality.

"I'll have someone out to get your drinks," she says with a bright grin, her enthusiasm infectious.

"Thank you, Britney," Mikasa speaks up, her voice steady and polite.

Britney nods enthusiastically before walking away, her curls bouncing with each step. I turn to Mikasa, a mix of admiration and envy swirling inside me. "I wish I could pull off an outfit like that. She looks amazing."

"Right? She's like a walking mood board," Mikasa agrees, her eyes following Britney as she disappears into the bustling restaurant. "But hey, we can be our own mood boards, just with a different vibe."

"True," I reply, feeling a little better. "We might not have pink hair and jade leggings, but we've got our own style. And at least we're about to enjoy some damn good pizza."

Mikasa laughs, and for a moment, the weight of everything melts away, replaced by the simple joy of good company and the anticipation of a delicious meal.

Within minutes, another girl approaches our table. This time, instead of the pink-haired hostess, a girl with pin-straight blue hair saunters over. Her skin is pale, but her bold eyeshadow brings a striking contrast, making her look even more edgy. She has a septum piercing along with a bridge piercing, giving her an effortlessly hot chick vibe. Her hair reminds me of Ghoulia from Monster High, and I can't help but admire the way it shines under the restaurant lights. She's wearing an Ed Hardy sweater that pops in a vibrant shade of teal, which only adds to her unique style.

"Hi. Watcha' ladies want to drink?" she asks, her tone casual yet friendly.

I glance at Mikasa, who raises an eyebrow at me in a silent question about what to order. I think for a moment, then respond to Enora, "I'll have a cherry cola, please."

"Make that two," Mikasa adds, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Enora nods, jotting down our orders with a swift flick of her wrist. "You got it. I'll be right back with those," she says, flashing us a quick smile before heading back to the bar area.

As she walks away, I lean in closer to Mikasa, my voice low. "This place has the best staff. I feel like I just stepped into a cartoon world."

"Seriously! It's like a fashion show," Mikasa replies, her expression mirroring my excitement. "I wonder if there's a hidden talent contest going on that we don't know about."