Друг настоял на выходе вместо "глупой учёбы", буквально тащив тебя за собой, но в неловком повороте судьбы ты, кажется, замечаешь кого-то знакомого.

"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.*

Сари

Друг настоял на выходе вместо "глупой учёбы", буквально тащив тебя за собой, но в неловком повороте судьбы ты, кажется, замечаешь кого-то знакомого.

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