Oliver Burton

A quick phone call was all that was needed to achieve his wants. It was amazing what money could buy, not to mention when someone owed you. There were a lot of people who owed him in this city it seemed. Yet it was rare that he actually called on a favour. But tonight. He would not allow his present company to go without even though she seemed to be adamant in insisting she didn't need to. Her flustered hands flailing before her like she might ward off his care. Oliver observed her for a few hard moments, undeterred by her attempt at warding him. "Let me." The businessman's deep voice held an unbudging certainty, nutmeg nutmeg-hued eyes met the chocolate depths of her own showing their unwavering fortitude. He noticed the flustered hue to her cheeks, a sight he was inclined to like. "Besides, it is already done. You would not want to waste the food that is already being prepared as we speak do you?" Something shifted in his usually stern features, something softer perhaps. But he would not budge in this. He was unmovable as he was in his bear form. He saw the way she looked when she spoke about that food and how much he wanted to make it a reality for her. Suppose he were to not take her to the restaurant. He would make the restaurant come to them.

He did steal a few mouthfuls of his meat pie, staving off his hunger until the new food arrived. Besides, the idea of fish seemed far more appealing to him. Or perhaps that was the bear's instincts that spoke through him?

Yet, that was far from his mind when Chizue noted the young teenage girls that seemed to hover close to where they sat. He was certain he could shoo them off with little problem and yet such a thing would likely be too much of a scene. He was much more likely to frighten them. Which was hardly what he wished to do with his present company beside him. That and they were not truly that bothersome. Especially when Chizue leaned in closer to claim they were here for him. They couldn't truly be, could they? It wasn't often that he attracted a gaggle of teens. In fact, that never happened... ever. His dark brows pinched into a frown. This, however, seemed to cause his companion to smile though. She hardly seemed bothered by it, even despite his bafflement at the attention they garnered.

From her prompting, he looked toward them, as if to confirm they hadn't just been admiring the fountain. It was without question that they seemed preoccupied with the pair. He did not seem to have the ways with children like many others had. Yet... he seemed to take that moment to focus on Chizue once more, his lips twitching into a slight smile as he snapped the lid of his takeout closed and pushed it to the bench next to him.

His words were uttered smoothly. Enough to draw the pinkness he liked to her visibly soft cheeks once more. She claimed that those girls would hate her now as he claimed that she had given no reason for them to possibly hate her. Those words held on an edge of flirtation. What he did not expect was for Chizue to add one singular word that caused his brows to raise in curiosity. 'Yet' The British businessman was only a man after all.... He hadn't expected that boldness. "We will see." He uttered smoothly, his voice lower than it had been before.

He offered her those words of protection like a vow. Like a few teenage girls could do any sort of damage (oh how little he knew how much damage star-struck teens could cause). She laughed in reply, dismissing it with a pat to his thigh, claiming that she hadn't any doubt. Only a short hesitation before the woman at his side admitted that she had experience with this sort of thing. Oh? His brows lifted once more in silent question. In the next moment, her demeanour changed, right before his eyes, her lips forming into a warm smile as she gestured for the young girls to come to them.

He hadn't expected it. The directness of it but she seemed comfortable, welcoming them into their space. In fact, the teens looked like their eyes turned to impressive saucers. Oliver leaned back into the bench, watching with astute eyes as she so easily managed the situation like she had many times before..

The young teens seemed pleased, excited even. He swore even one of them trembled. Trembled? How strange. But not one of them looked his way. They were enthralled... by her. But so was he. He merely silently watches Chizue work. The young girls acting like they knew her... Well, they knew her name at least. Chizue sama they seemed to call her, before asking for her autograph. He hardly knew what he was watching unfold before him and yet he took it all in. Including the fact that one of them even had a picture of her in their purse. How he may have leaned in a little to catch a better glimpse because that photograph was undoubtedly Chizue... but different from the woman who blushed at his words. Next thing he knew, Chizue signed the girl's photos, signing it with a quick and easy flourish. Moments later a picture that had unintentionally probably had him in it... the girls left in giddy excitement, even turning to wave at Chizue like she was their idol. The way they acted, it certainly seemed that way.

'See all done.' His companion said with a giggle, as if pleased with herself. Not even offering a single means of explanation.

His features still baffled, his lips parted. He seemed to be at a loss for words. That's all she had to say? See all done?

"Impressive and effective.." He uttered. "But now, it would seem. Chizue, you have a story to tell." Oliver could not help but take in her measure. "Those girls were clearly not here for me... but that only leaves me wonder. Just who are you really?" She was clearly not just a former waitress.. but so much more.