Marriage in Ikebukuro

Chapter Eighty

I refused to turn around, glaring at the octopus in the glass container. "Yuki-chan~!" he tried again, tapping my shoulder with his hand. I slowlt turned my head towards him, eyes glaring dangerously at him.

"Fuck. Off." I growled, turning my head back. I impatiently drummed my nails on the beige countertop.

"Aw don't be like that, Yu-chan."

"Call me that one more time, see what happens." I threated, glaring at the back of the chef's neck causing him to squirm uncomfortably.

"Yu-chan~."

I slammed my fist on the top, clattering of dishes and utensils echoing in the air. The rest of the customers turned to look at me causing me to laugh at them. "Go away, Orihara. Don't ruin my day." I hissed at the informant. He grinned deviously.

"Oh~? Is Yu-chan mad?"

"GO. AWAY."

He grinned before sending me a wave and a wink and taking off. I groaned, slumping on the surface, feeling the stares of the customers. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

They turned back to their food, some blushing in embarrassment from staring. "Idiots." I mumbled under my breath as the food came.
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