Locketless

Just a Himbo in My Diner

A/N: Well... I think the only TW I can think of is one mention of a heart-attack/wishing for one. Maybe romantic advances? But that's basically this whole book so-

Anyway, if there is a TW (Trigger Warning) that I missed/didn't think of, please let me know.

OH! IMPORTANT NOTE: In earlier chapters, I used italics as I normally would (emphasis and stuff like that) forgetting that I wanted Janus to only use italics when lying/being sarcastic. So yeah, that starts this chapter on, and I don't know how many times I screwed that up in chapters before this. Also, this doesn't apply to other characters, I just thought it would be cool to be able to tell when Janus is lying (Including to himself).

I just grinned, pulling on my left glove and then taking a sip of water.

"Well, even if you are being a sneaky bitch, you should know that your 'lover-boy' is here babe."

I nearly choked on my water, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep from spitting it out.

"My what?" I managed.

"Wouldn't tell me his name, only saying you would know who I was talking about if I called him your lover. He's part of the four. Overly confident, has green eyes?"

That instantly knocked out Virgil and Logan, leaving the twins. Why did they have to be identical? Thinking for a moment, I crossed off Remus from the list, not doubting for a second that he would've taken the chance to say fuck buddy instead. Dammit, Roman. I groaned, glaring at Remy when he laughed at me.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up shades. I'll see you at my funeral when I die from some too-flirty jackass."

Rolling my eyes when he started leaning over from laughing too hard, I shoved the door to the rest of the diner open, storming to where Roman sat. I tried to not seem too irritated on my way over... except that's a lie, I didn't refrain from showing my displeasure in the slightest. Stopping in front of the table, I leaned my hands against it as he looked up.

"You shouldn't ask my friend to call you my lover. You don't even know me."

"Well, this prince does indeed have eyes for you," he 'reassured', taking my hand in his to lightly brush his lips against.

My brain slightly malfunctioned at the kiss and the fact that he hadn't let go of my hand yet, beginning to gently rub circles on the back of it with his thumb. Any frustration left as I blanked, not knowing what to do. I cursed myself inside my mind for not putting the glove back on my right hand, not only looking weird with one but also having to feel his skin against mine. Instead of replying, I turned my head away, not even sure where to begin. Should I yell at him? Or maybe just deadpan that this was incredibly against the rules of my job like last time he flirted. Either way, I needed to make him stop.

"I know you're affected by me Janus~"

I hissed - something I'd been doing a lot recently - yanking my hand away from him.

"As if. I wouldn't be affected even if you really were a prince."

"Ouch, sweetheart, I'm wounded." He spoke dramatically, a hand on his chest.

"You- wait, did you just give me a pet name?"

"Ah, you're right, I should've given you something more fitting. Maybe darling?"

God damn this boy, he was too flirtatious for his own good. For my own good. I was sure to have a heart attack from how fast my heart liked to beat when he did, though I supposed it wouldn't be too bad to have one if it got me out of this.