An audible sigh left Chizue's lips as she closed her phone with a discrete snap, the foldable device slid into her pocket as she drew her attention towards the man seated in her section. His back hardly generated any thought within her, beyond the brief appreciation of his broad shoulders. She scooped up a menu and a set of silverware before fetching a glass of water, her hips moving with each action in a way that was far more reminiscent of her days beneath the limelight on those grand Asian stages. She placed the glass in front of him, her long ebony hair falling in front of her features at the movement. A soft huff of annoyance left her lips as Chizue reached up to brush her hair aside. Maybe she should cut it or like...dye it. Black was so boring. She placed the silverware down, only to finally glance up at him with a word of welcome on her lips - one that Chizue never quite finished uttering as the stark realization of who he was. She knew him! Well....she'd met him before, at the very least. Once. She took a step back as she regarded the Were in front of her, that teenage persona she'd borrowed momentarily wavered in the face of her own extreme emotions rearing from the depths of her beating heart.
Shyly, Chizue tucked her hair behind her ear, the young woman forever prone to fiddling in the face of any hint of nervousness. She stammered briefly over her words, only for that pilfered personality to smoothly slide back into place, the young vampire quickly began to ramble in a long winded manner so entirely atypical of the once quiet woman. She placed the menu down in front of him, only for the Englishman to reject it was a brief wave of his hand. A small frown pulled at the far corners of her features as she tentatively picked the laminated paper back up. "Oh...um...okay..." She stared, her brows furrowed ever so slightly. Her chocolate eyes lingered upon him as Oliver considered the choices before him, only to accept her suggestion of a Shepherd's Pie, an addition of the soup of the day (thankfully he hadn't bothered to ask what that was, Chizue hadn't exactly been paying attention during their nightly team meeting), and a cognac. Her head bobbed slightly at each item he added to his order, the Asian hardly bothering to write it down when she so keenly soaked in every word he had to offer her. "Okay, no problem." She offered him with a warm smile - one that was a direct result of the preppy girl she'd fed upon.
Chizue stepped backward, fully intending to leave him to his silence, as was her job. She hardly made it any further, however, before his lips parted, the weight of his stare alone freezing her to her very spot. The very utterance of her name made her hesitate - at least before she remembered the name tag neatly pinned to her uniform. Right...it was unlikely that he'd remember her. She was likely merely a blimp in his busy life. "You're welcome." Chizue replied easily, her tone maintaining that upbeat intonation despite that feeling of disappointment that had blossomed within her chest. He paused briefly before uttering a final sentence, one that assured her he knew exactly who she was. A sense of relief flooded her petite figure as another grin danced across her features. Her shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. "I wouldn't exactly call it hiding. You do know where I live, after all. Though...I think I might be moving soon..." She added in an afterthought with a simple sound of consideration upon her lips. Maybe she'd get a place all of her own instead of living with Anna-Marie. The young girl's decisions bounding too and fro with her ever changing mood.
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