I found myself returning his smirk and the waiter leaned in close.
"Listen, ah… if you're not interested, just say no and I'll fuck off - because the last thing you need after this shitty night is another unwelcome advance, but… you know, if you need like, a palate cleanser or something, I'm here."
I arched an eyebrow, completely at a loss. Was he seriously offering me a sorbet or something?
The waiter flushed and shoved his bangs out of his eyes.
"I mean, can I take you out? On a date? On a better one than this one?"
He looked sincere and unsure and- and he was nothing like the guys I normally went for. He was a waiter . He was my age. He was happy. He wasn't an asshole.
"Yes," I decided as I caught sight of a still furious, still wet Treize coming our way again.
After a blind date goes horribly wrong, rising ballet star Trowa Barton finds his life taking an unexpected turn.
My notes: Sadly, this fic ends with a lot of promising plot lines unresolved. However, it's good as far as it gets, doesn't end with any massive cliffhangers, and has a truly unusual main pairing. CW for eating disorder issues, emotional abuse and gaslighting.