Trying not to watch her as she darted back and forth was hard. She had caught his eye and now he was finding it hard to take them off from her. He found him self wondering if her hair was as soft as it looked when she brushes it off from her face, his gaze meeting with hers for that brief span of time. He had to remind himself not to stare.<br/><br/>His eyes wandered over her face as she approached. The slight joy from realizing that she was going to be his waitress seemed to just creep up from his stomach into his throat. When she spoke English, he was slightly surprised; most everyone spoke some English but most chose to speak Japanese. Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Yes, I would like to order water and the special, unless you have something else that you would recommend?”<br/><br/>He smiled once again up at her as he folded the menu back up and handed it to her.<br/>