The Secret(Romance, OxO)

Hoi

I'd like to join with my sarcastic and "fight me bitch" girl.

I will once i get my shower

(sorry for taking so long, I just got up around 11ish after going to bed around 2is-3ish in the morning)

Name: Aurae Ralomyar
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Greek demigod (is that allowed?) Daughter of Apate, to be more specific
Sexuality: Straight but might be attracted to girls a little bit as well
Appearance: Chick is super tall thanks to her dad, standing at 5'9 with an hourglass-shaped body and lean muscle. Her skin's fair and easily sunburned, thanks to her being a ginger, with freckles all over her nose, cheekbones, and shoulders. She wears glasses/contacts over her dark violet and owlish eyes. Her red hair falls down her back like a shiny sheet of copper, ending at her waist.
Attire: She usually wears anything black or gray. She likes jackets (mainly ones that stop at the bottom of her ribs) with tank tops underneath, as well as ripped jeans or shorts, and her favorite black, lace-up, ankle-high boots.
Job: Does professional liar count? Kidding, she's currently working as a waitress but hates it.
Personality: She tries to be polite with strangers, but she can get careless when emotional or doesn't like the person/people she's around. She tends to isolate herself, is reckless and far too independent, pushes people away when they try to offer any sort of help, tends to be a tad judgmental, and is just a liar. She's also one to be consumed with her thoughts, and tends to speak out loud in order to sort the tangled mess that is her mind. Sarcasm all the way, and will fight a bitch is she really doesn't like someone, whether that be verbal or physical.
Other: Frickin blind as a bat when it comes to near-sightedness. She's far-sighted, and her vision is actually pretty acute the farther away something is. She's Greek, so she has an accent that she doesn't usually hide, even though she is perfectly capable of hiding it. She owns twin pistols and they're her babies. Also has two pet boa constrictors. With being the daughter of Apate, she can hear lies and also spin convincing lies, making people believe whatever she tells them.

Yup! You mind starting it? (I need to come up with a secret she'll have that could make or break their relationship)

(Just to clear some things up, are we starting from when they're kids?)

(wait I'm dumb)

Aurae smiled prettily at the cute couple that she was in charge of serving. Cute meaning that they looked good together, but they argued. all. the. time. Pretty annoying on her part, as she was stuck standing there and waiting for them to order. After a few minutes of listening to them bicker like children, she cleared her throat and worked her magic. "May I suggest the lobster special?" She laced her words with her Greek accent and her mother's gift, weaving the suggestion into their minds as if it was a thought of their own. "It's absolutely divine and personally my favorite dish." Nope. She hated lobster.

The couple nodded their heads and ordered the lobster special without hesitation, acting as if they had wanted it all along. Aurae sighed a private breath of relief, spun on her heels, and headed to the kitchen to write up their order. She almost never used her notepad, as she had a great memory—one of the things her boss loved about her, besides her "cute" appearance. Gag. She had caught him ogling her chest more times than she cared to recall.

Aurae waited around for the couple's food to be cooked. The restaurant wasn't very busy right now, so she didn't have any other tables to wait on. She peeked back into the kitchen and sighed when she saw the chefs goofing off and not even starting on the lobster. She decided that some fresh air would be good for her fried brain—thankfully there was an outdoors section of the restaurant right outside the entrance. She headed outside and sat at one of the vacant seats, pulling out her pen to lightly chew on it.

Aurae perked her head up and smiled as she waved at Miguel. "Hey, Miguel!" She stood up and headed over to him. "Before you think I'm slacking off, I promise you, it's the chefs' fault. They aren't doing jack shit, and I can't end my shift until the last people I'm serving is done."

She loosely crossed her arms over her chest, looking back into the restaurant. "No one's doing anything at the moment. There's, like, three tables with people, and they're all waiting for food. And as for Jack, I may or may not have given him a dash of peanut butter in his sandwich," she said with a triumphant smirk. "The poor guy had to take the rest of the day off."

Most of her problem was the damn uniform she had to wear. It was bright red with white accents and clung to her body like a second skin. The skirt came down to mid-thigh, and she constantly found herself tugging it down and pulling the top up, as it didn't have any buttons to hide the plunging V-neck. But money was money, no matter how pervy her boss was.

Aurae held her hands up in surrender, her round and naturally wide, violet eyes gleaming with a contradiction to her next words. "I never said that I actually did it! I said 'may or may not have'. Whether I'm directly or indirectly responsible for a stray dollop of peanut butter in his sandwich has not been clearly stated."

She shrugged nonchalantly, the corner of her lips twitching up in a half smile. "Perhaps I might've pointed out his…dislike…for all things peanuts to a fellow waitress. And perhaps I suggested she go make him a sandwich with a slight surprise."

Aurae grinned cheekily. "I'll just throw them to Ebony and Ivory." Ebony and Ivory were her two boa constrictors, black and white respectively. She then looked inside the restaurant and sighed when she saw the chefs waving at her impatiently. The meal was done. "I'll be right back," she sighed.

Aurae wiggled her fingers in a small wave, then darted into the restaurant to deliver the order. The faster the better, and she could hand them off onto a different waitress so that she could get out of these clothes and this hellhole.

She grabbed the two dishes and balanced them precariously on each hand, the heat searing her palms but she plastered on her award-winning smile that always got her good tips. "Here you go, sir and ma'am." She set them down in front of the couple. "I'm afraid that my shift is up, but Mandy over there will be available to take over." The big-eyed blonde looked up in alarm when she heard her name.

The man nodded and held up a finger, then pulled out his wallet. "I appreciate your service, and I wouldn't want to leave you without a tip." He leafed through his money and handed her a ten and a five. She accepted it with a gracious "Thank you, sir," and pocketed it with her other tips, bit them farewell, then headed back over to Miguel.