Sassy, Saucy, Salacious (BoyxBoy)

SSS (1) Into Chicago

Sassy, Saucy, Salacious

Chapter One: Into Chicago

⑆Kenny's POV⑆

       I was starving.

       Literally. I haven't eaten anything since I arrived in the Windy City. I had no money, no shelter, no possessions besides the clothes on my back to call my own, nothing.

       And it sucked.

      But throughout my stay in Chicago, which had to be over a month now, I had collected a total amount of forty-seven dollars and thirty-two cents. And that was all simply from selling my beloved sketches to random pedestrians walking around in the park. I would never resort to begging; no, I didn't need anyone to pity me. I wouldn't admit myself to a homeless shelter either; I had too much pride to go there.

      I basically loitered around in alley ways all day, trying to figure out how to piece my life back together. And the only thing I could think of that would make a difference was to get myself a job.

      How could I get myself a job, though, when I looked like a total bum? No one would higher me when I looked and smelled like an old homeless woman's crotch.

      Currently I was standing in front of a restaurant called Azu. It looked like a fun little diner, or something alone those lines. I noticed that there was a sign on the glass of the door that read in big, bold letters: If you are racist, sexist, homophobic, or an asshole, don't come in.

      I smiled at the sign before catching sight of my reflection in the window. I sight despondently at it, running a grimy hand through my greasy hair. I tried to style it like I usually did, but it looked awful. I self-conciously covered my head with the hood of my sweatshirt before stepping inside the restaurant. The mouth-watering scent of all numerous types of foods made my stomach growl extremely loudly. My cheeks heated in embarrassment as I checked to see if anyone had heard.

       Nobody had. Everyone just continued eating like they hadn't seen the saddest, most poorest excuse of a young man walk into a . . .

       Well. This place wasn't exactly a "family" diner, that's for sure.

      Unless, of course, families down here in Chicago are into the whole grunge-hipster-darker hangout filled with customers ranging from adolescents to college-looking kids. The lights of the restaurant were dimmed the slightest bit, plum purples and navy blues and midnight blacks strewn on the booths' plush seats.

      Huh. This place kind of looked like the diner version of  a small bar.

      "Hey, welcome to Azu. How many?" a voice that was very cool and relaxed asked, making me look up from my beat up converse.

      "Uhh . . . " I glanced around before looking at the speaker. The voice belonged to a tall, very pretty young woman. She had grayish/blue eyes and medium-length dark brunette hair that was brushed onto the right side of her neck, revealing an ear gauge in her left ear. Her lips were light red with lipstick.

       Huh. I thought girls only wore red lipstick in movies.

      "One?" she asked after a couple more seconds of my staring. I gave a small jerk of my head, yes. "Follow me." She turned around and started walking. I trailed after her, trying to ignore the happy faces around me. The faces of friends getting together, of couples doting on one another, of sveral families with older children bonding