2 Moons Re-imagined

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Disclaimer: Again,  2 moons is not mine, I just use the characters.
Enjoy!
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Ming’s P.O.V.

“Here’s your Dark Knight, Sir.” said a female waitress wearing a simple uniform with an apron to me.
I smiled and nod my thanks to her. The waitress visibly blushes and took on a dazed look while smiling at me dreamily.

Seeing this, I upped the ante of my smile, giving a more rogue-ish and seductive edge to it and winked at her.

I smirked internally when the waitress shudders and squirmed, tightening her hold on the oval tray she’s holding.

After a while of staring and sighing to herself stupidly, she suddenly jerks upright and seemingly shook herself awake from the daze she was in awhile ago. Looking longingly at me for a few more seconds more, she finally bowed and walked back to her station, still looking at me now and again, while trying to look like she isn’t.

I bit back a chuckle.

‘Still got it.’ I praise myself, because why not? Hahahahah!

A beep from my cellphone cut off my narcissistic musings. Looking down on my cellphone, I saw a text notification from my best friend.

Opening then entering my phone password, I open the text while sipping on my cold chocolate drink.

From: Yo ma Man!
‘Sorry for waiting, Ming! I’ll be there in a minute, just a block ahead. Order me 2 pink milk, na na na?’

I shake my head fondly at my best friend’s cuteness. Seriously, I think he was wide awake when its raining cuteness! Everything just seem to be cute when it’s about him. I feel sorry for the lucky (unlucky) person to fall for my best friend, why, with just one pout, he could whip everyone and make them do what the wants.

Sometimes I’m really scared to imagine what would happen to the world with my best friend as a dictator. I shudder. Hahahahah!

To: Yo ma Man!
Yeah, yeah. See ya soon.

After sending my reply, I opened my IG account to pass some time.
I was about to sip on my chocolate drink (which I think should taste much more awesome if they use KitKat on it) when the chime on the entrance door of the café made me look up.

There, opening the glass door with the left side of his body, a bag on his right hand, a manga on his left, wind swept hair due to the slight wind outside, wearing baggy printed black shirt, skinny ripped white jeans and a high cut black boots that complements well with his outfit, stood my best friend, totally oblivious to the stares his entrance inevitably attracted.

Sighing fondly at my best friend’s cute but depressing obliviousness, I wave at him to get his attention and to see where my table is.
When he saw me waving, he immediately waved and smiled back at my direction, silently weaving his way to me, totally unaware of the eyes that follows his every move (I roll my eyes, seriously!) and after arriving at my table, slumped himself at the chair beside mine, laid his things on the table, and sighed happily when he saw the slightly condensing Pink Milk on the table.

Not even deigning me some form of greeting, he jump straight to drinking the pink beverage, sighing happily like a child and slurping it out like no tomorrow.

‘Oh my god! He’s so cute! Look at him! Oh my god!’

‘Are they boyfriends?! Oh my! They look cute together!’