Des'Tai: Book One

36: Faye

Faye plopped down and leaned up against a napkin holder, folding her legs into her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She didn't like Tyron right now, heck she didn't like him most of the time. He'd suddenly become distant and rude. It just bothered her he wasn't exactly the prince charming she would've envisioned. Ignoring his last few comments, Faye thought maybe this wasn't a fantasy dream in which she'd gone crazy, but some kind of hellish torture for being such a loser.

Staring straight ahead, Faye watched as a number of other patrons such as happy couples holding hands and groups of friends passed their table, not taking notice of either of them. She could hear Tyron mumble things to himself every now and again, but choosing to ignore him was turning out to work in her favor.

After sitting there for a good ten minutes, their waitress returned and Faye could hear Tyron whispering for her to hide, but instead she simply just sat there. Watching as this pretty young elf slid a steaming pie on to their table, she was completely ignored. She gazed intently at the girl who was smiling sweetly while handing Tyron something on a napkin.

"I had to whip something up myself. Cook, well he...wasn't happy about the special order so I just made it for you..." she winked when he took it and exclaimed how 'great' she was.

The waitress didn't even notice Faye sitting there the entire time. Her eyes were glued to Tyron and she could tell he was soaking it up.

As soon as the woman was out of sight, Tyron plopped her small pizza down in front of her. She noted it looked like a burnt cookie with cheese on the top. Yeah, it was special alright. Turning her attention to Tyron, he was already stuffing a second piece down his throat, moaning slightly at the taste.

"Look who's moaning now," Faye mumbled loud enough for Tyron to hear.

"I'm sorry?" he smirked after swallowing, "Were you complaining again?"

Faye simply glared at him, beginning to pick at her miniature pizza, finding she was no longer hungry.

"You have to eat you know, I don't cook," he mentioned, taking a large bite from his third slice.

Sighing, Faye stood up and walked around her food, trying to figure out the best way to eat. It was too big for her to pick up and bite into. Getting on to her knees, she lifted a side up, examining the top and then tilted her head to see if the bottom was burnt.

Dropping the entire thing, she walked back to her previous position and sat down in a huff.

"You know, I don't understand this thing with you and Lita. Why would that guy say he'd give her your love? And if you two ARE a couple, don't you think you should make it more obvious?"

Tyron put his pizza down and gave her a stern look, "Where did that come from?"

"Well, you were so eager to know about my love life or lack there of whereas I had to watch you and your girlfriend make-out. Maybe she's not even your girlfriend, maybe you're just a man...er...elf skeeze who sleeps around and she's cheating on that guy with you. I'd never understand why, given your such a cocky..."

Faye watched as Tyron tilted his head to the side, his lips curled to the side.

"Your little waitress left her number on the napkin...better snatch it up before the grease destroys it."