So the image for this story (as of now, it might change later) is of Haruhi in her summer dress, which I will describe in another chapter. (I hope the designs look like strawberries and not watermelons.) Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter!

Haruhi's POV:

"May I take your order?" Asks the young waiter. I don't mean to be rude, because he's just doing his job, but his voice somehow annoys me. I stare down at the menu. I'm the last one to order, but I still haven't decided. The problem isn't that I have too many options, I've been here before and tried everything. The problem is, they no longer have my favorite dish, the Teriyaki Chicken Sandwich. If I don't choose soon, someone will order for me.

"Excuse me, miss?" The waiter taps me on the shoulder. I blink, and look up to see surprisingly green eyes, light brown hair, and freckles on a lonely face. I also notice a little bit of blush on his cheeks.

"Oh. You have such beautiful brown eyes, miss. Do you come here often? What's your name?" I respond with a fake smile and my voice full of sarcasm. (In the corner of my eye, I spot Tamaki and the twins turning their heads to glare at him. What's their problem?)

"Why, thank you. However, I believe you are going a little bit off-topic. Isn't your job simply just to wait and serve guests?" I reply with malice. His smile vanishes and he looks down.

"Oh. So if that's how you feel… I'm sorry, may I take your order?" He looks down at his notepad, ready to write.

To my surprize, Tamaki stands up and responds, "If you could give us some time to think, please."

The waiter looks up, and somehow understands or maybe was intimidated, as he turns away and disappears into the kitchen. Tamaki pulls me over with a sudden jerk, and I cry out in surprize. In the corner, he squats down and puts his hands on my shoulders, shaking me back and forth.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, SWEET-TALKING TO SOME STRANGER YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW?!" After I recovered from my dizzyness of being yelled at and shaken around, I respond calmly.

"Can't you tell when I'm being sarcastic? Wow. You're more of an idiot than I thought, senpai. I really didn't like him, so what's the big deal? Anyway, I thought we were supposed to be deciding on what to eat." He blinks, then looks down.

"Oh, I suppose you're right…" His voice suggests his temptation to go sit in the corner and sulk. Surprisingly, he stands up and offers me his hand. I stand up by myself and ignore it, then comment, "I can stand up on my own, thanks." He seems taken aback by my comment, but quickly recovers. We return to our seats silently.

So this is the first chapter out of ten, and I'll be posting one chapter each day (hopefully). I wrote this a few years ago (middle school), so it may be a little immature. Let me know what you think in a review (I'm open to criticism), and I'll post the next chapter tomorrow!