Summer was at it’s peak—bringing in the unbearable heat that most would scurry around to avoid. It had been an hectic day to say the least. Most tables inside were full and none of the outside were occupied due to the same issue despite it having proper shading. At least she thought there wasn’t anyone outside until Red caught her line of vision. ‘Oh no!’ She mentally panicked. How long were they outside..? And how did she not notice!? Setting the dirty dishes she held from a previous customer in a large bin, Serena hastily walked outside—meeting the person outside.
"I-I am so sorry there sir! I hope you were not waiting for too long.." She bowed apologetically, thinking of how the others who worked alongside her also forgot. “Have..you decided on what to order?" Pen on one hand, paper on the other—Serena gazed in emerald optics awaiting for an answer. Did..he really want to eat outside? “If the weather is too much, I can always find a table inside for you."
The flowery milieu caused a divorce between where he sat and where his mind drifted: across the street and to the field. He frolicked among his own kind with a kind of charge that kept itself reserved to intimate moments. The scenario that unfolded, he felt, fit such criteria. So raptured in the day’s effulgence, Kurama forgot himself in the process. As a result, the waitress’ words fell on near-deaf ears.
But just enough to comprehend. “Lovely, aren’t they?” The tone of his voice conveyed the headiness of his ‘adventure.’ The untrained eye would mistake his mental euphoria for something else. At least he had the mannerisms down pat.