<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/Oldxianfull1499141_zps38c90cd5.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jin Yamazaki</div></span><br/><br/><br/>Jin let out a slightly bored yawn, sitting down in the chair that was next to Melda. His eyes ran over her figure very carefully, taking in every bit of detail that he could. The young man wasn't exactly trying to check the girl out, but rather he was trying to figure out if she liked his gift or not. More often than not, body language would speak louder than a voice for Jin.<span style="font-weight: bold">"This is amazing, Jin,"</span>she said softly, her voice slightly watery. Melda's voice caused Jin to return his attention from her body to her face, offering her a lazy smile,<span style="font-weight: bold">"I know."</span>He said bluntly.<br/><br/>It shouldn't have meant so much, but it did. At least for Melda.<span style="font-weight: bold">"How can I eat this?"</span>she asked suddenly, trying to search her mind for anyway to stop thinking about her pounding heart and her turbulent emotions.<span style="font-weight: bold">"It's such a good piece of art. It seems almost shameful to consume it,"</span>she elaborated, giving a small laugh. She was nervous and felt light and fluttery. She was having a hard time looking at Jin or Rika. It was Rika who noticed this first, prancing over to the girl and giving her a tight hug.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Honey, you eat it with your hands. Or a fork, just ask Jin if you're confused."</span>Said Rika with a giggle. She was obviously teasing the girl, but it was a cleverly masked attempt to help Melda out in her current situation.<br/><br/>Jin let out another yawn as his eyes drifted to the clock, then to look outside. The sun was pretty low in the sky, and it was now getting fairly dark outside.<span style="font-weight: bold">"You should probably get home."</span>He said simply, pointing outside. Rika took a second to smack the young man on the back of his head.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Jin! I'm sorry Melda, What my son meant to say was that he would walk you home. Can't have someone as well endowed as you walking home alone at night! Not unless you're into that kind of thing!"</span>Rika said bluntly, detaching herself from the two, bouncing over to the tip jar. Her hand reached inside and grabbed a large sum of the cash, then she jumped back and stuffed it down Melda's shirt, between her breasts.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Jin said these belonged to you, so be a good girl and claim what belongs to you!"</span>she said, then dragged the girl into the changing room and assisted her in getting out of the uniform.<br/><br/>Jin waited outside by the front door, sitting on the ledge as the sun finally vanished, the moon now high in the sky.