There was a crispness to the mid-winter winds as Siran strolled down the sidewalks, nose in a book, the rims of his glasses practically kissing the pages. Somehow he managed to dodge every obstruction in front of him and ignore every noise, even the people who yelled at him to pay attention. He muttered every now and then when he found a particularly appealing mesh of words on the pages before him.

And then the book was over. He stopped, running into some schoolgirl.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss!" He smiled at her, apologetic. She just raised an eyebrow at him, shook her head and walked on. The smile drifted off of Siran's face and he pressed his lips together in a sort of pout before snapping the book shut and stuffing it in his messenger bag.

"Where am I?" He glanced around, turning in a complete circle before he remembered what street he was on. On his left was a cafe which he now stared at, trying now to recall if he had money in his wallet.

Seven Blaize, as he was cruelly named by his parents, frowned as he watched the throngs of people entering and leaving. It was a busy time of the day, lunch time, and many people on their way from school or work often came there to eat and use the free internet. His face was as pale as the moon, the longish hair atop his head as dark as the night sky. His stunning eyes were a dark gray armed with a look that could pierce any soul. His body was built like that of a dancer with movements to match. He often caught the eyes of many just by the way his sleek muscles carried his body like a cat, gliding around the smooth floor with grace. He was told it looked as if he were hovering above the ground.

He was dressed in a black outfit that was more a costume than anything, trimmed in white and silver with a fresh red rose in the breast pocket. He was equipped with a round, silver tray to carry drinks and food on, along with a towel to throw over his arm if he felt the need. While many of the other male waiters didn't use it and found it to be bothersome, he kind of liked how it looked. He was also adorned with white gloves, which he carefully kept spotless even dealing with messy foods such as pasta and soups. He was a natural, at best.

He set his tray down, awaiting the others to put the orders on so that he could deliver them, his eyes scanning the heavy lunch crowd. He was deep in his thoughts when he felt one of the other servers elbow him in the ribs. "Hey!" The girl whispered with a frown on her red lips. "Don't just stand there and daydream! While you're waiting, you could get some more drink orders." He took this moment to take in her beauty, even though he had a certain distaste for women. With her silky blonde hair, deep blue eyes, flawless skin, and kick-ass body, he began to wonder if they only hired people based on their looks.

He nodded in response, glancing once again at his tray. ”Fine.” He sighed arrogantly, folding his arms across his chest and again looking into the crowd. All of the customers were the same to him, really. They had nothing better to do but order lots of food and expect him to deliver it on time, and yell at him if he doesn’t. Even if it wasn’t his fault usually, they didn’t care. I hate this job, sometimes. He thought before entering the fray, equipped with a black and silver pen and notebook, prepared to take orders as needed.

Siran finally decided to actually reach into his pocket and pull out his wallet, looking through it.
"Oh, luck." He smiled and almost bounced a bit in his leather shoes as he stashed the wallet again in his coat's pocket. He pushed the door to the cafe open and nudged his glasses up his nose.

Siran glanced around a bit, running his tongue over the ring on his lip. Was this a seat yourself place? Because there wasn't a spare table in sight All of a sudden he was a bit intimidated by this place, bustling full of people and waiters dressed so smartly. Siran unconsciously fumbled at the rip in his sleeve, feeling under-dressed in his long, black wool coat, denim jeans and worn shoes. He took a step back, brow furrowing.

Blaize hurried about in a whorl of activity, only slowing to skirt carefully around other waiters or customers. He was careful; not a drop had ever soiled him or any of those he’s served. He was very proud of how skillfully he worked; he was efficient and swift, getting to where he needed to be when he needed to be there. He knew his punctuality would be great if he could get a chance to go to go-sees, to meet with photographers and designers. But he wasn’t even close to accomplishing that dream yet.

He turned on his heel, barely missing beheading another waiter with his tray. “Be careful!” The guy cried, instinctively ducking. Again, this guy was beautiful, even though he didn’t judge males. It can’t just be an odd coincidence. He thought, sending him a dazzling smile. ”My bad.” He softly replied, turning away and waiting on some tables, refilling their glasses.

Blaize was near the door when he heard it open and dutifully turned his face towards the newcomer. ”Welcome.” he said in a quick greeting, feeling as though he should be polite. He blinked, seemingly unfazed at seeing a new face. Hmm… I’ve never seen him around here. He thought, shoving his tray under his arm. ”Do you need help finding a table?”

Siran, buried in his own thoughts for a moment, took a while to even consciously register the fact that someone was speaking to him. By the time a few words clicked, he turned his head towards the man and stared at the waiter's smile.
"It belongs in a work of art," he muttered, without thinking. And then a few seconds more passed and a startled smile of his own raised Siran's lips.

"Oh! Yes, yes, please." He pulled the glasses off of his face and folded them to rest neatly in his pocket. His eyes glittered. "I'm afraid I seemed to have walked into the heart of the lion's den." There was something about those sparkling orbs that didn't look completely human. They seemed confused about what color they wanted to be. Blue at the very rim followed inward by a sort of deep gold color and surrounding the pupil...was that red?

His smile twitched, a bit anxious and unsure, but it lingered comfortably between pale, frost-nipped cheeks, haloed by a jagged drape of black hair. Perhaps it was the way Siran stood patiently with his hands clutching at the strap of the messenger bag slung over his chest or the way that the red ring glittered at the corner of his grin, but he obviously was one of those types who managed to simultaneously annoy and be adored by many for no reason whatsoever. Not that he ever knew it.

Blaize was startled when the man finally turned his way, a few words falling from his pierced lips without noticing. “ Hm?” he asked, afraid he had missed something important the male had been trying to say. But, it didn’t seem that way as he discarded his previous statement completely, as though the words that had come out were unintentional.

”This way.” Blaize chuckled, leading the pale man through the crowd carefully, glancing over his thin shoulder occasionally to be sure he was still behind him. “The ‘lion’s den’, eh?” He asked, looking over his shoulder once again, examining the guest’s face. He was a very good looking man – not that he judged – and his eyes had the most amazing coloring. It’s probably just some really expensive contacts. he thought as he finally spotted a free table. ”Ah! Here!

Is this one okay?” He inquired, not wanting him to be unhappy with the seating. “My name is Seven Blaize, by the way, and I’ll be your waiter for the afternoon.” He smiled, removing a menu from underneath the polished silver platter, carefully holding it out to the other man. “Please let me know when you decide what you’d like to drink.” he had just remembered that he was working and was supposed to be taking care of all of the customers, not just a select few. Doing that could get him in trouble, and if one of his managers caught him, he could be written up or forced to get counseling.

As he started to walk away, he again smiled at the mysterious male. He seemed different than most of the other customers, even disregarding the fact that most of the patrons are female.

"I'm not one for thick crowds, really," Siran explained, smiling wistfully at the waiter as he followed him through the maze of people in chairs. Deftly, he maneuvered around any possible tripping point. And when a table was offered he nodded and sat down.

"Thank you, Mr. Blaize," he said, gratefully accepting the menu. His smile lingered and he opened the menu, quickly glancing over everything that was there. And as Blaize walked away, he looked up, catching that grin and calling after him, "Sweet iced tea, please!" Siran chuckled a bit, watching him go for a second before turning back to the list of food and giving it a more thorough inspection.

Blaize agreed with a smile. ”I’m not much of a fan of large crowds, either.” Which was true. He absolutely abhorred thick crowds, most of the time; he always preferred a small group of friends than a large party with people he didn’t really know. He wasn’t sure why, but it had always been that way. I guess I’m kind of a loner.

He signaled ‘you’re welcome’ over his shoulder with a wave of his hand, not wanting to be rude and call it out in the middle of the throngs of people. He looked over his shoulder once more with a nod, taking out his pad and pointedly writing down ‘sweet iced tea’ in his fancy cursive. So he’s more of a tea drinker as well? He thought as he ripped the paper from the spiral and slid it over to the employee who filled the cups. “Let me know when you’re finished with this one; I’ll deliver it.”

He hung around the bar waiting for the glass, delivering drinks that were in close range. While he was around, he also delivered a few dishes, sliding them on the smooth surfaces of the tables to the awaiting customers, giving them false smiles in hopes of receiving nice tips when they left.

It wasn’t too long before the sweaty glass sat waiting to be delivered. He cut a conversation he’d been holding short, slipping his fingers around the cylindrical shape and setting it on the silvery face of the platter he held. Why am I in such a hurry? He wondered suddenly, slowing his brisk steps.

Maybe it was the strange tug he felt in his chest, the strange urge he thought was… lust? The urge to have him, at least. Which was a very strange feeling for him to have for a male. Maybe it was just the strange coloring of his eyes that fascinated him so.

Or maybe it was just that he looked as though he tipped well.

”Here you go, sir.” He smiled as he set the glass down, cushioning it with his pinky to prevent an unflattering clinking noise. ”Have you… decided what you’d like to eat?”

Siran puzzled over his menu for a while, his curiously colored eyes scanning it, noting particular ingredients that he enjoyed. He squinted and shook his head, trying to read some of the fine print. So his glasses emerged from the pocket again, settling on his nose as he read closely.
"What a sumptuous spread," he commented noiselessly, looking over all of the fancy dishes they had. "But what am I craving?"

That gaze lifted, searching through the faces and statures until he eyed the waiter on the far side of the room. He looked busy. So, back down to the list, then. Siran didn't think he could stomach a whole other meal; lunch had been but a few hours ago. He pressed thin fingertips against the ring on his bottom lip, pondering deeply as if he were about to make one of the most crucial decisions in his entire life...

And about five seconds after the waiter had set down his glass and spoken to him, Siran smoothly pulled himself back to reality, as to avoid the embarrassment of the last zone-out.
"Actually no," he said softly, eyes still dashing over lines of text. "I was thinking that I'd like a dessert...but I don't...want anything that's overpowering." He looked up, smiling. "What do you recommend?"

Blaize chuckled, enjoying the other man’s truthfulness. “I enjoy the cheesecake quite a bit.” He admitted, moving so he could look over Siran’s shoulder at the menu. “I also like the apple pie, and our fried icecream is amazing.” As he spoke, he placed the tip of his finger on the menu, pointing out where to find the food items he had specified.

The dark-haired male took advantage of the situation, bending his knees a bit more and tilting his head towards the customer. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes momentarily as he took in his scent. He… smells nice. He admitted to himself as he straightened and resumed his position next to the table, his pale cheeks tinged with a slightly pinkish tone.

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"Oh my, they'll stick anything in boiling oil these days," Siran chuckled. "I think I'll have a slice of that cheesecake. The strawberry flavored, please." He folded the menu and handed it to him, smiling softly as he removed his glasses once again. "Thank you for the recommendation, it certainly helped."