Her companion's assistants surely must have fancied him in order to suggest him for the ostentatious title of 'Sacrosanct's Most Eligible Bachelor'. It was certainly the most absurd designation she had heard in quite some time. Still, he seemed almost...pleased to have obtained this status, the man suggesting that it came with its own share of 'perks'. Women, she suspected, were vying feverishly for his attention, daydreaming of some dashing rich British gentleman to sweep them off their feet and make all their dreams come true. He practically had his choice in occupying his time with whomever caught his fancy - so why then did he make it seem like it was such a bother? Her head tilted to the side as Chizue regarded his raised brow. She leaned forward slightly, her voice an almost conspiratorial whisper, "Oh dear, are you sure the mall will be safe for you?" Chizue inquired eagerly, a teasing grin creeping up her features. Oh, if only he knew what it was really like to have a league of fans following you, watching your every move and judging you as quickly as they praised you! But those days were far behind her - it was what felt like another life altogether.

Oliver was quick to redirect the conversation back to the termination of her employment. Her own plan for quitting was hardly as grandiose as his suggestion - Chizue wholly content to simply inform her boss of her intention and walk out before anyone might have uttered a word. It wasn't like any of them would come after her or plead for her to stay. She had never terribly fit in with the other girls when she was far more keen to hide and keep to herself. Her shoulders lifted in a wholly dismissive shrug before she pointed to the glass in front of him, redirecting the man back to his task of drinking rather than fretting over some idle daydream that any in Sacrosanct particularly cared for the young Asian popstar. The surprise upon his features was fleeting - Chizue only just barely catching a glimpse of the emotion before it disappeared beneath the placid veneer the man so often wore. He rose the glass to his lips as he assured her he'd finish it all in due time. Pointedly, he took another gulp of the amber liquor, letting it slide down his throat before an almost contemplative look crossed his features.

It hardly surprised her, truthfully, that he had noted the distinct difference in her, particularly when the last time they'd met, she'd come face to face with the subject of so many of her nightmares. The Asian girl cringed at the thought, embarrassment hardly doing well for neither the teenage persona she'd taken on, nor the demure girl lost somewhere beneath it. Like all teenagers, however, Chizue was inclined to some sort of self-deprecating drama. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it." She responded blithely, her hand rising to flick aside her long ebony locks in an entirely dismissive fashion. The tumbler nestled within his hand clinked against the table top as Oliver put down the empty glass - only for his gaze to turn pointedly towards her. His unspoken thoughts resounded loudly in his features, in the cross of his arms over his chest and the raise of his brows. An audible sigh left Chizue's lips, the girl planting her hands upon the table top as she lifted herself up even with the query on his lips. "Yes, yes, I'm going, I'm going, geez." She commented flippantly with a roll of her eyes.

"Your credit card." Chizue commanded, her hand outstretched with palm up as she waited for him. Though she might have been inclined to pour his drink more heavy handed then recommended, Chizue was hardly feeling vengeful enough to comp his entire meal. Though, that usually required managerial approval anyways. It was only once he'd put his card in the palm of her hand that the young girl pivoted upon her feet, only to glance back at him, "Wait for me at the entrance." She instructed before first making her way towards the point of sale system, running his card and closing off his check. She picked up a nearby pen and forged his signature with far more large loops then he would ever sign, though Chizue wasn't particularly trying to make it seem like Oliver's signature in the first place. His receipt was wrapped around the card before she slid it into her back pocket - only to retrieve his meal from the kitchen. The styrofoam box was settled securely in a plastic bag, along with the promised cutlery and any condiment she could think of that he might possibly need. With his order fetched, and her tables closed, the girl skirted by the back desk where her manager sat. "Hey, Carol, I'm quitting. I closed out my tables. Bye!" She uttered quickly, unfastening her name tag from her breast only to leave it on the startled, blinking woman's desk. Chizue hardly gave her time to even form a response before she left the room - simply not wishing to deal with the semantics of her dismissal.

Purposefully, she strode past the bar, her coworkers hardly giving her a second glance. They would learn soon enough that she quit, Chizue was sure. The gossip would spread through the restaurant with a brief ripple before they all fell back into the normalcy of their routine. The petite Asian made her way towards the front of the store, only to find Oliver waiting for her, exactly where she had asked him to be. "Here." She started, reaching into her back pocket to hand him his credit card and the attached receipt. "I signed it for you. Don't worry, I didn't give myself an exorbitant tip or anything." Or really, any tip at all, if she was being honest. His food was handed to him shortly after, Chizue watching silently as he glanced in the bag to ensure all of it was there. A small simper danced across her features as he finally glanced up at her, seemingly content with his order. She stepped towards the entryway, pausing only to give the dinner one last glance. "Let's get out of here." She muttered, turning on her heels to push open the door to Red on the Water for hopefully the very last time.

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