Is She Scared of Me?

Is She Scared Or...

"Bucciarati, I'm starving!"

"Narancia, for the last time when you see a restaurant, we'll stop there."

"But there hasn't been one for HOURS!!" Narancia had been whining for quite a while, much to the gang's dismay. Having just finished a mission from the boss, the group was dead tired and...

"Huuuuuuuuuungry" Narancia, though just as tired as the others, whined like a child who had just woken up.

"Bucciarati, if I hear him say another word, I swear I'll fucking kill him." Fugo, who currently was trying to undo the vines that Giorno held him down with, said getting more agitated than he already was.

"Um Bucciarati, I think stopping soon might be a good idea. The vines won't hold Fugo forever." Giorno said tentatively. Bruno let out a long sigh and parked the car on the side of the road. The gang stepped out of the car, stretching, yawning and wiping sleep from their eyes.

"Did we find a restaurant yet? Sex pistols are getting hangry" Mista looked down at his gun and began arguing with his stand, promisng food if they behaved.

"This town looks pretty empty. I say we just drive home and not waste anymore time" Abbachio said, irritated that he was sober.

"Wait what's THAT!" Narancia pointed down the street. Amidst the tall brown and black buildings, a small bright blue one stood out. Although the hot sun blared down on them and their muscles ached, the group approached it hoping it was a restaurant of some kind. The building was as blue as the sky above them. A small chalkboard outside it read, "De La Rosa's. Be back in an hour!"

A sigh of defeat rang through the group. Fugo kicked the sign over and turned to Narancia, ready to kill him for making them get out of the air conditioned car. Giorno attempted to hold him back as Narancia ducked down to escape Fugo's wrath. Abbachio sat under the shade of a tree, a menacing cloud of gloom and doom waning over him. Bruno turned away from his group and inspected the building. Just as Mista was just about to push Narancia into Fugo's arms, Bruno noticed that the blinds on the door shuffled ever so slightly. He walked up the building's small steps and realized that the door was slightly opened. As he examined it further, he made eye contact with the person watching him. The person watching let out a little squeak and slammed the door shut. Abbachio called out to Bruno, noticing he wasn't with the group anymore.

" Is something wrong over there, Bucciarati?"

"Shhh"

Bruno gently knocked on the door. He could hear the shuffling of small steps behind the door. Slowly, the door opened up. A girl with straight black hair tied up into braids and eyes as blue as the building stared up at him. She wore a white short sleeved shirt and green overalls. A small blue apron was tied around her waist.

"Hello Miss, Do you work here?" Bruno softly asked, deducing that the girl was easily scared. She hesitantly nodded.

"Ahhhhhhhhh" the two turned to see Narancia being choked out by Fugo as a concerned Giorno and laughing Mista watched. The girl gulp watching the way Fugo strangled Narancia.

"You all better knock it off before you scare, um," He turned to look at the girl,who shyly hid behind the door. "What's your name, Miss?"

She gulped again, "L-l-lun-n-na" She managed to stammer out. Bruno smiled warmly at her.

"Miss Luna" she popped her head from behind the door to look at the gang, who all had huddled around Bruno, "May we come in?"

After seating the group, passing out drinks and taking orders, Luna disappeared into the kitchen to get the food ready. The group chatted quietly, as per Bucciarati's request so they wouldn't disturb their waiter. The shop was relatively small, it only had about three tables and about five seats at the counter. The shop was decorated with colorful paper chains and endearing plastic birds. From the table, Fugo looked in front of him, past Mista who sat across from him, past the empty seats at the counter and into the kitchen. Luna scurried around the kitchen, getting sandwiches made and frying up fries to go along with them. Fugo admired how quickly and efficiently she worked, running between the fryer, the fridge and the counter. Mista noticed Fugo's stare and traced it back to Luna who was setting up plates on trays. Mista smirked.