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"Oh come on mittens , just ask her out already! We all know how much you like her with those goo-goo eyes!"
"What!? No way, back off!"
Boscha elbowed the other girl, addressing her by that oh-so irritating childhood nickname that she had overheard Amity's older siblings call her when they came to watch her match
Amity scowled, pushing off her arm. Face flushed almost the same color as her bright, pink rugby makeup, heavily contrasting her dyed, mint-green hair.
It had been about a good week that her rugby team had been bothering her about her crush on one specific waitress at The Owl Diner, who's name she was yet to properly learn, but almost always seemed to be the one to take their orders.
She had such a nice way of carrying herself, like the whole room was painted in sunshine when she spoke up to ask for their orders and Amity couldn't help, but be smitten for her first sight.
"Urghhhh, come on! Nobody wants to see you drooling over her anymore." Boscha groaned, rolling her grey-blue eyes in the sassy manner she always carried herself in.
"Aww, I think it's cute!" Skara chirped up to the side of her, smiling.
The fact that the two girls were so close was surprising to anyone, as they were as contrasting as day and night.
"Just, whatever. Let's just order and not bother her, okay?" Amity was fed up, pulling up the menu, despite knowing she'd get the same thing per usual. The good, cheap food that her mother wouldn't even allow her to look at.
"Pff- fine whatever Mittens ." Boscha stuck out her tongue, before peering into the menu Amity was holding rather than getting her own.
"Oh! Waiter!" Bo, to Skara's side, raised her hand to call over the waitress to take their orders. Coincidentally being the same one Amity was crushing hard on.
"Coming!"
Amity hid her reddened face with the menu, as she happily called out and walked the direction of their table.
Her eyes were beautiful , Amity thought, the tea-like brown color shone like a fresh mug of the drink in the sun and her curly hair was cutely cropped short. On themselves, they wore a lavender, collared shirt and high-waisted, black flare-pants. Stylish.
"What can I get 'cha?" She beamed.
"Hmmm, can I get a strawberry, chocolate milkshake please?" Skara looked intently at her menu, seemingly thinking hard, despite always getting the same thing everytime the team went out for drinks and dinner. "With two straws!" She winked at Boscha, who returned her look with a confused expression.
"Who are you going to share with?" The pink-haired girl queried.
"Oh uhh," she blushed nervously, "Bo, obviously."
The waitress wrote down the order with a pen which was topped off with a very shiny, magenta gem.
"Get me a strawberry milk bubble tea. Large." Boscha waved, ignoring the disheartened girl to her left and smitten mittens to her right.
The pretty girl hummed before turning to Amity who was avoiding eye contact. "And what would you like, cutie ?" They asked, tucking back a strand of hair with a blush.
The words seemed very loud despite the world seeming very quiet all of a sudden.
" She called me cute! " Buzzed around in Amity's head.
"Umm, can I get a matcha latte-" She mumbled, reminiscent of a strawberry with her tied up green hair in a short, high ponytail and her bright, red face
"And she would like your number!" Boscha interrupted loudly, smirking wide when Amity yelled at her.
"Boscha!" She squeaked.
" Oh !" She blushed hard, "I can get you all your orders!" Gulping, she ran off to give them over.
" Great ." Amity spat with venom. "Now you weirded them out."
Bocha rolled her eyes, tapping the desk with her short nails.
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"EDA! EDA! I HAVE AN EMERGENCY!" Luz barged into the backroom where the old manager of The Owl Diner sat, reading- or more so skimming- over paperwork.
She perked up, looking at the excited young woman. "What happened, kid?"
"So you know the cute girl I was telling you about?"
"Who-"
"SHE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER!" Luz bumped her fists up while shifting her feet rapidly. One of her many happy stims. "I mean technically her friend asked for it for her, but it still counts!"
"Oh hey! That's great, kiddo!" Eda smiled, only just coming to mind what girl Luz was talking about.
Beaming, Luz hopped from foot to foot excitedly, a stim Eda often saw her perform when she was very happy, before running out the door again to collect the order she had handed off to the barista. The older woman chuckled at her giddy, teenage crush.
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Amity sipped at the green drink that was passed along the table to her with boredom, as she listened in to the oh-so interesting conversation Boscha was narrating of…well, she wasn't really keeping track at this point. The main thing that she caught onto was the giggling from Skara at Boscha's story- more so out of the need to show her interest to her, rather than any actual humour being made.
Amber eyes drifted down along the metal straw to the bottom of the cup, as the contents were slowly drunken away. They peaked up, as a circular object became visible underneath the sea of foamy green, she pulled in harder at the straw- curious to see what this odd round shape was at the bottom.
A circular piece of edible decor?
It seemed like something to be used on the top of cupcakes to write down a decorative note.
'Not to be upfront, but I like you very 'matcha'! Go out with me? xxxx-xxxx'
The girl felt a strong wave of heat come to her cheeks, encompassing her pale face in pink as she stared down what she realized to be the phone number of the pretty waitress- accompanied by a charming, chibi drawing of her in chocolate.
" What are you blushing at?" With a curious lean, Boscha followed 'Mitten's' gaze to her stare down with the glass, noticing the numbers inscripted at the bottom. "Oh?"
"You got their number! Well done, Amity!" Skara beamed at her, as Bo leaned in to gawk with her.
"Now hopefully we won't have to deal with your drooling!" Boscha elbowed her sassily, before going back to her drink.
"Smooth waitress, smooth." Bo commented.
Skara leaned into Amity, "You think I could ask Boscha out like that?" She whispered into her ear.
"Don't waste your time with her." She rolled her eyes at the dismissive girl that Skara somehow found an attachment to.
"I like you very 'matcha'!"
Amity giggled at the note, as she spotted the waitress peeking from behind the counter, ducking with a sweet blush when she was spotted.
"Dork."