Your restaurant life proceeded as usual during the day, just that, this little night game had started and when the time came, you assumed the role of the seductive Reira Lilai. From then on, your presence was no longer as unnoticed as the first time, capturing the attention of all types of men, from the youngest to the most mature and highly placed.

Not that you wanted that, in fact you were forced to if you wanted to get closer to Kazuya, pretending to smile and being interested in the talk of people who had nothing to do with your life...

The ends justified the means, after all.

Anyway, it was almost seven and the restaurant would be open to the public soon. Early morning had always been your favorite time of day, as you loved that moment of peace, which came before everything and everyone else.

So, you didn't expect the door bell to ring abruptly, warning of someone entering.

«I'm going!» Your liveliest colleague ran to welcome the first customer with a big smile «Good morning, sir—»

Suddenly, her voice choked up. You paid no attention to it, until heard the other girl sobbing next to you.

«Hey what's wrong with you now–»

«H-he's so scary...» She said hiding behind the counter, without stopping to tremble «But I didn't think he could be so cool in person omg!»

You raised your eyebrows, definitely her reaction was contradictory and when you went to look, you almost had a heart attack.

«No, it can't be...»

You found it hard to hide your fear and anxiety. Why the hell Kazuya Mishima was there, in your restaurant?

«How did he find me!?»

«Y-you must go Y/n, I can't stand on my legs right now!» You and her were the only waitresses available at that hour and after she said that, you went to face the customer alone with pen and paper in hand.

«...what would you like to order, sir?» You waited for the man to look up before starting to write, as well as hoping he didn't suspect anything. Kazuya didn't look at the menu and didn't seem like the type who had come there to have lunch.

«A long coffee is enough.»

You thanked with a nod under your visor before going to the kitchen. At this point, you decided to do your usual business and show others what you were made of, but you still didn't understand how the hell he had managed to stop in a simple place like that.

«Here's to you sir.» You placed the cup and plate under his eyes. Your customer said nothing but as you turned to go back, he stopped you to tell something.

«Wait. I've seen you before.»

You swallowed hard and your heart raced, even though you wore a wig and contact lenses during the masking, you were afraid he had found out eventually. In any case, you denied that to buy more time.

«...I don't think sir, otherwise I'd remember–»

«Then, you'll remember kicking my car.»

You stayed dumbfounded for a moment, but when you realized slowly, your face turned red with shock.

«I-I didn't know that car was yours! I'm so sorry, I think I was in a rage that day...» You justified yourself, but already knowing the kind of man he was, he would have made you pay dearly...instead, he limited himself to emitting a mocking chuckle.

«Mpf, I wonder who made angry such a small thing.» His eyebrow became even more arched when he raised it with this insinuation, forcing him to stay in that humble place; Kazuya didn't stop looking at you the same way he looked Reira and you didn't understand what the hell he was thinking...

Until a call from his phone interrupted his break.

«Keep the rest.» He just said as he walked away, after leaving some bills on the table. You couldn't say a word about it and as soon as the man left the restaurant, your colleague joined you with a surprised expression.

«Woah, that's a lot of money! You impressed him, Y/n!» Well, you weren't so sure, but you were relieved he didn't think you were the same girl from the club and while your friend was counting the money, you wondered why he did that.

Of course, the famous Mishima didn't show up again during the afternoon, but you received a text from Nina, which announced there was an important meeting that you had to attend...so, when you finished the work, you went home to get ready for the second one.

«Now it's your turn, Reira Lilai.»

Definitely, that evening was going to be full of twists and turns.

• ● •

For a house, the place was incredibly large. You knew the owner in a previous meeting and your presence had impressed him so much that he wanted to invite you to a private party; that evening, you were wearing a long midnight blue dress with a slit at the right leg, as your hair was tied into a bun.

«It's a real pleasure you came, Miss Lilai. You are truly gorgeous tonight.» A gentleman in his sixties with graying hair walked towards you with a kind expression, welcoming you to his home.

You accepted his compliments before making your way to the main hall, where all the guests were gathered; after greeting someone else whose face you barely remembered, you walked over to the buffet table to nibble on something.

No trace of Kazuya yet.

«Who knows if he will come tonight...» You thought with your mouth full; and as you looked around, you caught the attention of some black hair, which spikes in the midst of the crowd. You walked over to that person, but he turned around before you could do it and in time, you discovered that it wasn't Kazuya Mishima at all.

With a serious and almost inquiring expression, he was a young man dressed casually for an elegant party, who seemed to be looking for something exactly like you.

Curious, you followed him for a while without being noticed and the more you looked at him, the more you could tell he looked like that man...

«...who the hell is him?»

Suddenly, your dress got caught under another guest's shoe, which prevented you from moving without tearing it and due to this, you lost track of your temporary target. You grumbled at that and before you could ask to move the shoe, someone else did it for you.

«You're in the way, move out.»

You recognized that stern voice behind you that scared the stranger to death, finally freeing the dress.

«Uhm, thanks for that.» You looked up to meet Kazuya's pissed gaze, he clearly hated people in general «You are late, Mr. Mishima...»

He looked at you as usual, without any particular reaction when recognized the same girl he had met at the club.

«I didn't know I had to clock in.» He said with menacing sarcasm until he noticed your long dress and from there, he started looking you up and down.

«What a ridiculous dress.»

«Maybe I'm trying to get someone's attention?» When you said that, the older one made a bored expression and you started laughing, obviously teasing him.

«How did you come here sir? I thought you didn't like this kind of entertainment...»

As always, Kazuya peeked at you out of the corner before answering.

«Something interesting has come out recently...» The red-eyed man stopped to sip the glass he was holding, increasing your interest «I couldn't lose it.»

No way, he was referring to you, and when you caught his gaze, you really didn't know what to do; from his view, Kazuya could admire your surprised but cunning eyes trying to face his ones, until they descended on your exposed skin...he couldn't deny your body had a certain effect, but the idea that it was there, in front of all those strangers bored him to death.

«Let's meet just the two of us next time.»

He really didn't know why he had said it and the same thought crossed your mind. Anyway, to show you were surprised by his words, you raised the glass in an attempt to make a toast for that.

«...it would be a pleasure for me.» Of course, the pleasure was more if you could bring a knife to his throat. Right there, Kazuya noticed your body moving and so, he wrapped his arm around you, making you stand still.

«Then, don't try to run away from me.» He commanded looking at you intensely and seriously, with the power to strike you instantly if you dared to oppose him «That won't work with me again.»

You were out of breath, something told you he knew about your prank at the club. Very soon, all the inviters' eyes were focused on you two, they would never have expected the famous Kazuya Mishima to get so close to that unknown woman, moreover much younger than him...you felt the desire to push away that hateful man, but you didn't and just played his own moves, pulling his tie towards you unexpectedly.

«So, when our first date?» You asked in the most provocative tone possible. Meanwhile, because of your gesture you inhaled his perfume, so intense and virile at the height of his neck...

No way, he displayed an undeniable charm.

«As soon as possible.»

Despite the insolence at times, he sensed something attractive about that girl with delicate features, which couldn't deny and for he had grown impatient...he would have re-educated you in his own way, if it had been necessary.

Hidden somewhere in the shadows, a hooded guy was watching the whole scene coldly before disappearing...seeing his hated father in the company of a mysterious woman was what he least expected, during his research.