126 New Customer

Which was why I arrived to the blonde girl who was by herself on the phone.

She did seem like the person to order my services as she looked a little antisocial and acted like an outcast.

The reason why her phone was out was probably because she was waiting for her food and my text.

I closed the gap between us and introduced myself "Hello, I'm Kei! What's your name?"

There was a sound of discontent and annoyance when she first started her sentence but when she looked at my face, her voice became very meek "Huh, i'm busy…"

One part of me wanted to do something my dad always did and say "Hi Busy, i'm dad" but I wasn't sure if she would request that.

Sitting next to her, she made way for me and I asked her "Are there any requests you desire?"

She blushed at my question and stuttered "D-d-d-desire?!"

I was a little confused why she sounded so surprised and questioned "Didn't you read the rules?"

Like a replay button, she stuttered once more: "R-r-rules?"

This made me question whether she was...my….customer….

OH FFFFFFFUCK

"I'm sorry dear but it seems I have other businesses to tend to. Well, see you."

I was lucky that this fast food joint was quite popular as I hid within the crowd to search for the other blonde lady and pray that I will never remember this embarrassing moment ever.

She seemed to be at a lost and was about to reach her hand out but realized that I had already ran away.

It would've been a good time to give my card to her but it was an unfortunate encounter.

I ran to the other blonde girl but saw that she was with a group of male friends.

They may have been charmed by her heavy makeup and tanned skin but I wasn't sure whether I should but in or not.

She didn't mention anything, so I made the choice that I would just join in.

Their uniform was from a nearby school due to the crests and style of uniform which allowed me to take a breather as they would never meet me in my school.

The blonde girl currently had a frown while the boys were enthusiastically talking to her.

According to my expert capabilities, she is being troubled and ordered my service for this reason which also made sense why she didn't type long texts as she didn't have enough time to explain.

I won't comment on her poor organization of thought but I will instead push her along the seat so that I could sit down and wrapped my arm around her: "I missed you sweetie"

She was momentarily stunned by a sudden person taking her seat and due to my good looks but her blush was covered by too much makeup.

Makeup seems so expensive when you have to use a combination of them which made me worry about her looks but that meant she was surely rich.

Finally realizing that I was the person she hired, she responded "I missed you to."

I sent a glance towards the boys and they seemed obviously upset by a sudden person interrupting their pleasure and were prepared to say, what I assume to be rude things to me which was why I made a daring move.

In front of the two boys, I closed in on the blonde girl for a deep kiss.

Our tongues were intertwined but the girl seemed oddly inexperienced despite having looks that signify 'I'm a delinquent and hate school'.

Her hands were trembling, I grasped and held them to make sure she was comforted and stopped kissing.

Some drool were left on our lips.

I grabbed the nearby napkin to wipe my lips before wiping hers but I was surprised that her lips didn't have any lipstick.

That meant her lips at least had a natural color but the rest of her face made me uncertain.

She was breathing heavily while the two boys opposite to us seemed infuriated with bulging veins and a disgruntled face.

One of the boys couldn't take it and slammed the table, loud enough that only our small group could hear it: "So what if you have a boyfriend. That doesn't change the fact you're a slut."

Oh, drama?

I didn't expect this young girl to already gain a reputation like this but when you have features like this, I guess people would suspect you with derogatory terms.

The other seemed a little smarter and probed around carefully: "I bet he's just a friend from another school. He probably doesn't even know your name"

That… is scarily accurate as half of it was right.

My client seemed a little worried from her eyes and seemed ready to refute but I needed to take control of the situation and learn what else she wanted from my services.

With a bright smile, I brought the girl closer to my chest and responded with a cliche line "Of course I know her name. Afterall, she's my sweetheart."

It was a roundabout way of saying I didn't know her name but calling her a sweetheart had shook the emotions and mentality of the two before him.

The girl was lightly clutching onto my chest with her hands but I was worrying if her makeup was going to get on my shirt.

My charming smile seemed to have gotten on the nerve of the guy who had bashed onto the table as he sent a fist to my face.

I better get a another call for my good services.

The fist was heading towards the thing that was making money and I wasn't willing to allow my family to fall into poverty.

To actually have the guts to threaten me….

Resorting to violence really did caught me off guard but I felt a little pain from my eyes and felt that if I had a mirror, the pink hue would seem brighte