can i keep you? // narusasu au

3

// Sasuke //

I walk over to the customer whose hand is raised. I saw him talking to Hinata a little while ago, so it must mean he has already ordered. So, what's his problem now and why is he bothering me? I'm not really in the mood right now because of my dilemma with Sakura. Actually, I don't even want to be at work right now, but I had no choice. I'd rather stay here than be at home with my parents and my brother, Itachi. He hasn't done anything bad to me; it's just that he's a show-off who thinks he's perfect. I just don't like him, and I know he thinks I'm a failure and a burden. Whatever. It's because of my mother that I'm still living in that house with them, but as soon as Sakura and I get married, I'm leaving that house for good.

"Can I help you, sir?" I ask once I reach his table. I'm trying my best to be polite even though I'm already getting annoyed. This guy seems to be around my age. think he's slightly taller and much broader than I am though. His hair is a crazy mess of blonde spikes, but what I notice most is his eyes. They're a sparking ocean blue color.

Blondie boy's gaze falls on my chest where my nametag is pinned. "So your name is Sasuke? That's hot," he smirks.

What the fuck?

"Yes, sir. That is my name," I roll my eyes. "Do you need anything?"

"Um . . . I just need another glass of water?" He says, although it sounds like he isn't even sure himself. He holds his--almost full--glass of water in front of me with a cheeky smile.

That's it? Water? He just wants me to refill his glass of fucking water?

I force a smile and take his glass, practically stopping myself from chucking the glass at his head. I am so not in the mood for all this hospitality bullshit, but I'm not trying to get fired either.

"Right away, sir," I turn my back on him and go into the kitchen to fill his glass. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hinata passing by with a tray of food.

"Oi, is that for the blonde guy?" I point at the tray and she nods eagerly. "Could you bring him this too? He's asking for it," I put the glass on the tray, and Hinata continues to walk out of the kitchen, swaying he hips. I roll my eyes. She may look like a sweet girl but in reality, she is such a flirt.

I sit down on one of the barstools and massage my temples. I can't stop thinking about Sakura, and she's ruining everything. Why can't she just leave Deidara and come back to me? Here I am moping everything, waiting for her to text or call me yet she doesn't even seem to care. Last night, I called and she told me that she was on vacation with fucking Deidara. They wanted to go on a romantic getaway to avoid paparazzi and such. What are they? Celebrities? As if. She also told me that they got engaged which caused be to have an emotional breakdown the whole night. Now, I'm just pissed as hell and really want to punch someone.

I stand up and head towards the doors of the restaurant. I need to leave or else I might throw a tantrum and fight someone here.

"Excuse me, Zayn?" I stopped in my tracks and turn to see the blonde kid smiling at me again. He's really starting to get on my nerves. I walk towards him in heavy strides.

"What?" I snap. Fuck being polite.

"Can I get another glass of water?" He grins at me.

Is he fucking kidding me? He's really testing my patience.

"Why didn't you ask Hinata when she was here?" I ask a bit rudely. Sorry, but I can't help it.

"I just choked on a fry. Please? I think it's still stuck in my throat." He dramatically fakes some coughs and pouts. I have to admit, that's kinda funny . . . and cute, I guess. Wait, what?! Did I just say he's cute? Fuck no! It's his goddamn eyes if anything.

I sigh before taking his glass and going back into the kitchen. When I return, I put the glass down--maybe a little roughly because it almost spilled on the table. "Here you go . . . sir."

"Thank you," he says sweetly. Is he gay or what? He's starting to creep me out.

An old couple enters the restaurant, and I quickly go over to help them. As I'm walking back into the kitchen, I see Blondie staring at me. My frown deepens when he waves and mouths a "hi" to me as if I'm his boyfriend or some shit.

I think he's gay so I'm just going to ignore him. Don't get me wrong, I'm not homophobic, but this dobe is really creeping me out.

"Water, please?" He utters when I pass by with a tray of the old couple's food.

"What?" I yell at him before I can even stop myself. "What the hell are you doing with all the water, huh?"

"I'm just a thirsty guy," he shrugs, "and can you please wipe this?" He points to the tiny droplets on his table. Oh, God. I'm literally going to punch this kid.

"Are you fucking serious, dude? Wipe it yourself!" I scowl, turning on him to go to the old couple.

"Is that how you treat all your customers here?" The old woman asks with an attitude. "We change our minds now. We're not eating here anymore." The couple stands up and walks out the door before I can even utter an apology. What did I do?!

This is all the dobe's fault!