A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Friday. Normally, it wouldn't be a dreaded day, but it was today. After service, Kaleb would be coming over. She was tempted to lock herself in her room and just not deal with him, but she had to keep an eye out for Anita, especially since she couldn't when Anita, though worryingly, went over to his hotel room each night. Just knowing that he was coming over made service drag on. It was hard to smile at customers, but she managed. Thankfully, none of the waiting staff noticed, nor did Scarlett. Otherwise, they'd ask what was going on, and she had a feeling that Anita didn't want her to express her feelings about Kaleb.

When service did end, she found herself cleaning the tables, and her cleaning was a bit aggressive. A frown was on her lips, and she definitely looked irritated, almost like she would burn a hole into the table. "Don't you think that's a little much?" Anita asked, finished with the kitchen.

"No." There was no hesitation in her answer.

"You're going to be nice when he comes over, right?" Anita raised a brow and hoped that her friend wouldn't chew him alive this time around.

"... I'll try."

"Or, you can go into your room and pout about it the whole time," Anita offered, taking a seat at the table (f/n) was working on.

"What am I, a child?" she grumbled out, wiping the table down again.

"You're acting like one," Anita pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sighing roughly, (f/n) stopped cleaning. "I'm worried, and I won't stop being worried until ..."

"Until when?" Anita raised a brow again. "He gets down on his knee and proposes?" (F/n) paused, and Anita quickly added, "Not that he's doing that."

"... Right." (F/n) sighed again. "I don't know, though. I guess until I'm sure that he's no longer the guy he used to be. He was nice at dinner, and he'll probably be nice tonight, but I don't know if it's fake or not." She saw Anita about to interrupt, so she cut her friend off. "I know that you know it's genuine. Or, you think you do." Anita frowned a little. "My point is that I don't have enough proof just to let everything from the past go."

"Fine. I can understand, especially with how much I had complained about him." Anita saw her friend give her knowing look, and Anita brushed it aside. "Regardless, you don't have to frown so much. You're lucky that you didn't crack during service."

"Maybe, have him sit on the floor. Then, he doesn't have to see my frown." Anita sweatdropped and gave the look of not happening. "Fine. I'll try my best. Happy?"

"Yes. Besides, you're just having dinner with him. Then, you can do your own thing. We'll go do ours." (F/n) still didn't look pleased. "You don't have to watch over me, (f/n). I can take care of myself."

"... Fine. I won't stare at him until he breaks."

"That's the best I'm getting, isn't it?" Anita remarked, sighing but also smiling a little.

"Yep, so take it or leave it."

"Right, I'm going to go get changed, then." Anita got up from her seat and patted her friend on the shoulder. "You'll warm up to him eventually."

(F/n) wasn't so convinced. "You're going to change before you make everything?" she asked, peering over her right shoulder. "Wouldn't it be better afterwards?"

"Nope!" Anita wagged her right index finger. "Just in case he comes early, I want to be ready."

"Wasn't he on time at the bar, though? Why would he show up early?" Anita shrugged her shoulders and genuinely looked like she didn't have a reason. "I get it. You're excited and want to be prepared." (F/n) sighed and waved her hand. "Fine, fine. Go on."

A giggle left Anita before she spun around and headed up the stairs. (F/n) finally stopped wiping the one table and wondered if she should throw the rag at Kaleb when he walked into the house. Upon her lips, a grin formed, but it died out shortly after. She wouldn't do that, or Anita might be pissed at her. And, she'd rather not risk losing her friend. Besides, Anita probably was annoyed with her already and her overprotective sibling-like behavior.

To try and get rid of some of her frustration, she finished up with the remaining tables in a somewhat chaotic fashion before she headed into the kitchen and tossed the rag into a basket for dirty rags. Briefly, her eyes fell onto the mannequin. "If you want to come alive and mess with Kaleb, you can. I won't mind," she said quietly even though she knew that the mannequin wouldn't do such a thing, but she didn't hear the quiet chuckles.

All she heard was the silence of the kitchen and her own sigh. She turned away from the mannequin and headed up to her room to get changed. (F/n) at least wanted to be wearing comfortable clothing when she had to have dinner with Kaleb. Changing out of her work clothes, she slipped into light denim jeans and a black pullover. Her feet were made comfortable in a pair of purple slippers.

Stretching her arms, she popped one of her shoulders and sighed a bit in relief. While she dressed in something quite casual, Anita was putting on a black flared skirt and light pink, lace and chiffon blouse. It was somewhat see-through but not enough to see her white bra underneath. Anita, though, stared between her black heels and pink fuzzy slippers. Would the heels be too much, or would the slippers be too little? Annoyed, she wondered if she should just be barefoot, but that'd probably be worse. She'd rather not wear heels in the kitchen. Besides, it'd be more welcoming if she wore slippers. Kaleb was going to dress casual, so she shouldn't wear too much of a fancy outfit.

As Anita was leaving her room, (f/n) was at the base of the stairs. She heard the door open and looked up the steps before she smiled upon seeing her friend wearing slippers. "Glad to see that you dressed somewhat casual. Now, I don't feel so bad for wearing this."

"You could've worn a blouse," Anita pointed out, coming down the steps.

"What? You trying to pass your boyfriend onto me? I don't know whether to be insulted, flattered, worried or some combination of those," (f/n) teased, though; she never would let Kaleb anywhere near her, and she wished that Anita wouldn't let him near either.

"No," Anita answered, rolling her eyes. "If I tried that, you'd punch him in a moment."

"You got that right," (f/n) admitted, winking a bit to her friend, who rolled her eyes again.

"Anyway, I'm going to start on the meal. Keep a listen for the door, will you?" (F/n) was about to answer, but Anita cut her off, "Never mind, I'll check every now and then. You'll just leave him outside."

Pouting a bit, but playfully, (f/n) remarked, "You know me too well."

"That's what friends are for, right?" Anita teased, and (f/n) rolled her eyes this time, but she smiled soon after. "But ... could you let me know? I might not be able to get to the door fast enough."

Resting her hands on her hips and sighing loudly, (f/n) surrendered. "Very well. I'll let you go to your not so prince charming."

"Hey!" Anita hit her playfully on the arm. "Don't be rude either to him!"

"Now, you're requesting the impossible," (f/n) teased with a smirk. Anita hit her again lightly before she made the I'm watching you sign with her index and middle fingers. (F/n) held up her hands. "Okay, I'll try. That's all I'm promising."

"That'll have to do." Anita smiled to her friend and rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I'll be in the kitchen." She waved to her friend and headed off. (F/n) glanced over to the front door and sighed once more. She supposed that she could do a little more cleaning around the dining space. It might distract her from the awful dinner ahead of her.

Proceeding to check the flower vases and Anita working on getting the food ready, neither of them paid any attention to the mannequin, but he was paying quite a bit of attention. He even saw Anita type on her phone a couple of times. Something was bound to come out of the dark, and his patience had paid off. He hadn't bothered (f/n) at all since the bath incident. Maybe tonight, he would when her mind was exhausted again from having to deal with her friend's boyfriend, especially if she would be on her own again, but he suspected that she would be since Anita visited her boyfriend nightly.