Glow | Tokyo Ghoul

# 0 1 3 ⦋ Promised Land ⦌

— 2018

word count — 1649

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Sighing, she folded her scarf and put it into her bag. "So, got any plans, mon chou?"

    "Oh, two hours to spare, right?"

   She nodded.

    "Wanna watch a movie?"

    "I don't mind it, but I was really hoping we'd go eat. I'm so hungry...and I forgot to eat breakfast. By the time I realized that I didn't eat breakfast, it was already too late."

    "Ah!" I pointed a finger to the air as excitement built up inside me. "OK! I know this great place! Kaneki and I used to go there to eat together."

    "All right," as I stepped forward, she held my hand tightly.

    "Hey," she muttered. "I'm sorry."

   It felt like someone had tased me. "What! What are you on about?"

   Biting her lip, she avoided my eyes. "I...wanted to spend more time with you, but I can't..."

    "Aw," I held on to both of her wrists, feeling my insides tighten. "You're so cute! I just wanna kiss you all over!"

    "O-oi," she wanted to cover up her face again, but I only pulled her closer to me. It was the first time I saw the color in her cheeks, even though she was turning to look the other way. "Putain, you're so open about that..."

   I traced my fingers to her palms. "What can I say? I'm an honest man!"

Big Girl, the 'Promised Land' of Kaneki and me: good food and hot girls.

   At first, I all but ridiculed Kaneki for wanting to bring Rize to such a place, however, looking back at it, I recalled wanting to bring my own date to Big Girl as well. It was a conversation he and I had long ago, and we seemed to have switched roles from time to time.

    "The Pasta please," Mirélle ordered after me. "Extra meat and sauce, if that's all right."

   Sighing, I placed my elbow on the table and propped my head on my hand, staring at her.

    "What?"

    "You are really perfect."

   She covered her face as she laughed, but then let out a groan. "Don't say things like that so often."

    "Your hair looks nice when it's up, too,"

    "Thanks," she all but growled, cheeks still behind her hands. When the waitresses passed by our table, her eyes followed them. "There are so many cute girls here..."

    "Yeah. Jealous?"

   She said nothing as she simply stared me down before looking away, pressing her lips together. As I focused on her, I realized that it was probably the first time ever that I didn't gawk at the waitresses. I was so used to it: watching their hips sway when they walked by my table, fantasizing things every time they bent over and their skirts fluttered...

   I shook my head when the thought hit me. "You'd look great in that uniform!"

    "Hein?" her response made it sound like I had said something ridiculous, but I was dead serious.

    "Rent one! Or, you know what? Maybe start working here yourself," Mirélle's thighs weren't as big as a few of the other waitresses, and neither was her chest, but she would've blended in perfectly with the staff. She was beautiful and sexy after all, and would really wear that outfit. "You, in that uniform..." I let out a whistle.