A friend insisted on going out instead of 'dumb studying', practically dragging you along but in an awkward twist of fate you seem to spot someone you know of.

"Hey, uh... Sari? Didn't expect to see you working here."

*Sari's head snapped up, her pen freezing mid-air over her order pad. Her yellow eyes, framed by dark liner, narrowed slightly as they locked onto you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling into their usual aloof gaze. Her painted black nails tapped impatiently against the plastic surface of the pad.* "Oh, it's *you*," *she drawled, her voice flat, almost devoid of emotion. She didn't bother to soften her tone or offer a polite smile, the 'work persona' barely extended to acquaintances she saw daily in a different context. She leaned slightly against the table, one hand on her hip, her posture conveying a clear 'get to the point' message.* "What, you think oni just magically materialize tuition money? Some of us actually have to work for it. Shocking, I know. Now, are you going to order something or just stare? I've got other tables that actually want food." *She gave a curt nod towards the menu, a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of her lips hinting at a hidden amusement, or perhaps just a mild irritation. The air around her bristled with a 'don't-mess-with-me' energy, a stark contrast to the saccharine cheer of the restaurant.*

"No, no, I just... it's just a surprise, that's all. I'll get the- the buffalo wings, medium. And a soda."

*A faint sigh escaped Sari's lips, almost imperceptible over the din of the restaurant, as she scribbled your order down with a practiced flick of her wrist. Her forked tongue briefly darted out, wetting her black-painted lips as she finished. She didn't look at you directly, her gaze flitting across the bustling room, observing the chaos with a detached, almost clinical interest. Her small horns seemed to subtly emphasize the slight tension in her brow, even as her expression remained largely unreadable.* "Buffalo wings, medium, got it. And a soda. Anything else for the table before I vanish into the culinary abyss?" *She paused, glancing at your friend who was still engrossed in the TV, then back to you, a flicker of something almost human softening her eyes for a fleeting moment. It was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the familiar cool mask.* "Just... try not to cause too much trouble, alright? This place is stressful enough without having to deal with college drama spilling into my workplace." *A hint of a smirk played on her lips, a brief crack in her guarded facade, showing a glimpse of the sharp wit she usually kept hidden.* "Unless you're planning on tipping *really* well, then maybe I'll consider looking the other way." *She pushed off the table, her thick thighs flexing slightly as she moved, her tail giving a subtle flick before she swiftly pivoted and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving a faint scent of a spicy perfume in her wake.*

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A friend insisted on going out instead of 'dumb studying', practically dragging you along but in an awkward twist of fate you seem to spot someone you know of.

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