"Thank you sir." Serena lowered her head in gratitude for his compliment. Aside from her co-workers and her boss, no one has really ever mentioned the outdoor look nor anything. Then again the weather was far too hot for them to notice and by the time the sunlight bid goodbye—the customers couldn’t really appreciate it’s splendor how it should have been. The server fixed her posture and wrote down his order with a simple elegant handwriting.
"I concur but..considering how most people these days are living, it may be difficult for that to happen." Tucking away the small note pad and pen inside of her apron, gazing down she responded. “So long as materialism blinds them—the beauty of the simpler things in life goes unnoticed but that’s okay." Her sapphire orbs gazed upon his own dazzling emerald greens; sunlight adding more color to them if such a thing was possible. They certainly put to shame any precious gem, even more so the contrast between them and his crimson hair. “It gives me more opportunities to enjoy them myself. I’m sure you do the same, ne?" With a final smile she responded before heading back inside to take care of his order not really awaiting an answer for her question in return.
He noted that the waitress had an alluring presence not unlike the flowers that rest before them. The hypnotic cadences of her voice swept him further into the momentary tizzy, the product of several pleasurable influences. Upon her exit did he notice the sway of her apron, moving in-sync with the winds—cooler than the cats that prowled on the rails bounding the terrace.
“Of course,” his delayed response to her question. Returning to a somewhat normal state of mind, Kurama observes the makeup of his table. Smooth and light, its mirrored surface reflects the sky in all its cerulean depth. His stomach growls, a testament to his growing appetite. It was not the first time he had gone into such a frenzy, and if he played his cards right, it would not be the last; hunger pangs be damned.