I was done with today's set of class, tidying my notes, while others around me chattered, i wish I could join them, I wish I could get friends, but I am an orphan, not that I am saying that cause I am an orphan they do not want to hang with me, but because I am 18 years old, which means I can't live any longer in orphanage, I need to earn money to at least pay for my rent, food and clothes. I am after all legally adult. So I have to hurry to my job, of course it is a part-time one, but I still prefer calling it a job.

What kind of job it is, well nothing too difficult, just serving people food, a waiter in a way. The influx of people coming in increased a few days ago, probably cause of those actors and their staff being nearby, as the restaurant is just across the street. Small noise indicates each and every person that comes in. The regular faces come and go, I see even the students from my class here too, maybe they do not recognize me or are just simply ignoring me, and I am not brave enough to speak and find which one is it. I would say I am pretty unnoticeable, even if my caregivers always said I was the prettiest kid in the orphanage and wondered why no one ever adopted me. I would smile at the compliment but would be hurt inside, because no matter what no one really wanted me, not even for the shallowest reason. Putting on my black apron, over the brown pants and white shirt, I fixed a few loose strands of my brown hair, looking at the mirror, looking at these familiar yet unfamiliar features. Wiping off sweat from my forehead, careful not to mess with my side part hairstyle, tracing the tissue across my eyebrows, especially the small split on my right one. Relaxing my face with a few grimaces, and going to the front. My coworkers acknowledge my existence with a simple nod, before finishing their order. It was extremely busy so I did not mind, especially since we are not that close, we often exchanged a few simple sentences, but never really talked about anything not related to work.

A woman walked into the store, and almost every customer froze, some greeted her and thanked her for her hard work. She seemed humble enough to return the gesture, before heading straight towards, the front, asking:“ Excuse me, is it possible to order a takeout?“ My colleague answered while I was finishing another order:“ Ah, yes, of course, what would you like?“ her smile faded a little, at least that is what it seemed to me as I passed by carrying the order to the table: “ House specialty.“ „ Of course, coming right now.“ When I returned to wash a few glasses she was waiting with her face the same as when she entered. Her black eyes tried to avoid my blue ones, so I spoke:“ I am not going to ask you for an autograph, the manager could though.“ She smiled:“ Oh, I was not worried about that.“ I smiled back at her before looking away and putting a glass to dry. Pushing a few stray strands of hair, that were dangerously close to stabbing my eye and returning them just above my left ear, where my mole is. „ Yuki take this to table 4.“ I looked at the coworker, before responding:“ Yes, manager.“ :“ How many times have I told you to call me Sato.“ He turned to the woman saying:“ My apologies for the wait, I hope our service was up to par with your standards.“ She smiled before saying:“ Do not worry, I enjoyed my stay after all people are usually more excited to speak to me, which can be overwhelming.“ „Ah, right, Ms.Chiyo could you sign this.“ „ Sure, do you want it for a specific person, yourself or the restaurant, or maybe all three?“ „ If it aint trouble, could I get everything, you see my little daughter is a huge fan of you.“ She smiled as she artistically scribbled her name down the paper. Chiyo Hada wishes you happiness.

I breathed in the fresh air, sighing out loudly, my pause felt too short, I barely could recover from constant ruining to get the orders ready, as the staff nearby continued their night shooting, usually, we did not have much work this late, today was a difficult day, from getting yelled by entitled first time customers, getting yelled to constantly hurry up, made me want to smoke, even though I never once in my life had held a cigarette in my hand.

Another sigh went out of my mouth, pulling out my camera and zooming in on the scenography in front of me, a night shot of two actors arguing, anger, and jealousy was clearly visible on their faces, I wished to see a bit more hurt on her face, the picture was clear and beautiful, but I thought it sucked. Anyway, it was time to get back in.

Taking possibly the last order felt great, but I could not even muster the strength to look at the person sitting at the table, as I took my note out and asked:“ What would you like to have?“ the simple answer I expected did not come as they asked me.„ What do you have already ready? We do not wish to trouble you when you are so close to closing time.“ I felt like I heard that voice before, but I had to answer: “Currently we only have Unagi. Is that alright?“ „Sure, we love that. By the way, are you alright?“ „Um, yeah?“ I answered feeling weird as I felt that he was looking at me expecting that I was somehow not okay. I was ready to leave, but he spoke:“ Do you not recognize me, you bumped into me this morning, it seemed you fell pretty hard.“ „Ah, right, yeah I am totally fine.“ So that was why his voice felt familiar, as I finally looked at him and the boy sitting next to him. Oh, how I would regret this. „ The food ready in a minute.“ The honey-haired boy spoke for the first time: „ If you do not mind, you could even join us. I mean you will have to wait for us to exit either way, and my friend here said he wanted to exchange info with you.“ I felt a bit awkward but I agreed:“ Sure.“

„It is nice to meet you, I am Fukuyama Yuki. Please just call me Yuki.“ The boy with honey hair spoke:“ Likewise, I am  Matsunaga, you can call me however you like. I am a senior studying photography.“ „Oh, you are the top-ranking student, right?“ „ Well what can I say?“ „ Oh god, his ego is huge, I am Koji Miyasaki, studying photography as well. Um, so the reason I wanted to talk with you more is Plaubel Makina W67, you see I think it could be useful in my future projects. So if I could get your phone number. I mean if you don't mind borrowing it or just working on the projects with me.“ „ Ah, yeah, I really treasure the camera, so I think I could lend it to you only if I was watching over.“: “Wow, really. Thank you.“ Masaru asked:“ Could I see it?“I nodded: “I have to get it from back but first let's add each other's numbers.“

I wish I would never regret this, but I will soon.