Idly setting his menu down, Seifer looked around in mild annoyance. The place was pretty busy, and the waiters were kept running from one table to another. A breathless one with freckles and black-rimmed glasses finally stopped next to the three and flashed them a tired yet cheery smile before asking, "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Water," replied Seifer simply, crossing his arms and legs as he leaned back against the cushion of the booth behind him. He then looked at the other two girls and waited for them to order.