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The sun was high in the mid afternoon sky, it clearly visible as the cloudless sky seemed to smile upon the earth. It seemed like the perfect day to go out and take a walk or go swimming or just going out in general. That’s exactly what Haru had decided when he got up this morning. Feeling the warm sun on his cheeks when he opened the windows to his room had helped him to make this decision.

That is how he found himself sitting at a nice little café under an umbrella at an outdoor table. Lee was curled up at his feet while the youth sipped on lemonade. The slight wind caught the purple and black locks, tossing it slightly. The movement of his hair shocked him a little, knowing how much his maid fussed over his hair looking good. He couldn’t very well see it so he honestly didn’t really care all that much. But she was instant on him looking appealing as she was determined to find him a partner of some kind. He wondered why she fussed over that fact; it wasn’t like he was unhappy. Can’t wish for something you’ve never had.

Haru started when a hand on his shoulder was made known, a waiter asking if he would like a refill, which he did and said so. Thanking the man, he settled back to his reading; running his pale finger tips over the brail.

The serene silence was swiftly broken in one foul swoop; Haru’s eyebrows knitted together a little in annoyance. He could feel Lee raise his head a little and huff slightly at the sudden loudness, but set his head back on his paws. Taking a slow sip from his glass, he listened to the others conduct and couldn’t resist from saying anything.

“You know… a wise person once said that it was better not to be rude to the people who handle your food” Haru said softly, a slight grin on his features. His sightless gray blue hues looked just slightly in the others general direction, his hands set casually over his book. One of his maids had told him that once after watching quite the gross movie, which made her remember that her grandmother once said it once. It was painfully true, especially in his case, not that he’d ever be rude to anyone undeserving.

A light smile played across his lips, a soft gentle chuckle escaping him. “No they weren’t hungry but they knew not to trust what they cannot see when it came to something they put into their body” Haru concluded with a wistful grin. Pausing when the other said he wasn’t rude, he quite wondered if he heard himself. He may be blind but it didn’t take sight to comprehend the tone this stranger had given the poor Waiter. “Right….” Haru itched his cheek a little with a single finger and then sipped his drink again. “ Well… I did warn you…. Although it’s too late anyways, you reap what you sow” He simply shrugged his shoulders, giving the other a good tease. This other male had no idea the surprises he very well could get from his actions and words. Well he did warn him now didn’t he?

Listening to the other, he just shook his head with a smile as he knew what he was doing. The staff here knew him fairly well so wouldn’t ever tamper with his food. Plus his father owned this chain of café’s so he never had anything to worry about. With his mother being French Canadian, it was her that decided to call the restaurant Little Fish. There was two here, one in Chicago, Las Vegas, Detroit, LA and a few more states. Then he couldn’t remember how many were in Canada, he never bothered to ask.

Lee lifted his head a little when the chair was dragged over to his masters table, sniffling a little in Rue’s direction. Sensing no danger, he set his head back down and yawned a little. “I have no reason to be rude to the workers here, they’ve always been kind to me” Haru said softly, sipping his drink again.

“Well ‘friend’ my name is Haru its nice to meet you Rue” He replied softly, “What brings you to the Petits Poisson?” He asked, a French accent sounding in his tone for a split second. Having spent some time in Quebec he was fairly fluent in the language.

Haru chose to not badger the other further on his conduct to the waiter, not wanting to cause a disagreement. When asked about the slight accent, he chuckled a little and smiled at the other. “My mother was French Canadian and my father is Japanese American, it was quite the strange happenings that they met in the first place” He laughed a little as he thought on the subject. His father was big in the restaurant business and his mother had been a culinary arts professor.

“The food here is very good I have to admit, you can order anything off the menu and find it appealing” He reassured the other. Pausing when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he hadn’t even heard the waiter come up and set down the food Rue had ordered and the small salad he had ordered before the others arrival.

“You’re French and my French is very different, yet they come together in a way that is hard to describe” Haru smiled gently and then thanked the waiter. He picked up his fork with ease and his free hand felt around the rim of the bowl. Once the diameter was judged, he stuck his fork into the salad and started to enjoy his meal. The crisp tossed salad was always delightful; the slight hint of a raspberry dressing was light and cool.

Picking up his napkin with his free hand, he dabbed away the dressing from the corner of his mouth and set it down again in one fluid motion. “ Oh? No problem” Haru smiled gently then paused at the offering for his meal to be paid. “Thank you… you don’t have to if you don’t want to…”