He could just imagine the guy with a huge smile. The words `Told you so, kid` came to mind. Roman would be the kind of person to rub that in, and Neo would probably stand there smirking at him. If she wasn't doing her best to make him blush, that was.
And speaking of blushes…
"Hey, Jaune~"
"Jauuune~"
The two voices echoed through the door in unison, followed by the arrival of both girls stepping in with wide bright eyes and even brighter smiles. One was dressed in white, the other red, but apart from that, they were near mirror images of one another.
One thing was for sure, though. They were very beautiful.
His throat clammed up. "M-Miltia, Melanie. Hey. How's it going?"
The girls glanced at each other and shared a catty grin that instantly put him on edge. As one they turned back and sashayed towards the counter, their hips moving in unison and their eyes locked onto his.
Melanie, the one dressed in white, drew out a stool gracefully with one foot, then leaned her arm on the counter and tilted her head towards his. He wasn't sure if the action was designed to make him notice the swell of her breasts, but he did, and she knew it judging from the coy smile she shot him when he tore his eyes back up to hers.
"I'm good, Jaune," she purred, choosing not to call him out. "It's been a hard day though, hasn't it, Miltia?"
"Sure has." Miltia raised one arm above her head and linked her other with it, stretching her body. Her back arched, the smooth line of her throat bared as she relieved herself. The sounds didn't help. "Mm, hmm… so good. Oh, we've been working so hard."
"It looks like Jaune has too," Melanie pointed out, running a finger over his arm. He swallowed and tried to ignore the goose bumps it caused. "You're pretty quiet right now. Won't you share a table with us? We'll pay."
There was no reason not to. He was tired, the diner was empty, and they were two loyal customers. Well, there was no professional reason not to. There were plenty of other reasons, like how they both seemed to love his reactions, and how his body did too – but in a bad way – and how his pants were feeling a little tight at the moment.
"I-I shouldn't. I can get you some drinks if you like, though?"
The two shared another glance, a giggle, and probably some hidden message. "Okay," Miltia said. "We'll have two chocolate and cream cappuccinos with two straws."
"Make it quick, Jaune~" Melanie blew him a kiss as she went off to join her sister at a small, round table.
Those two would be the death of him. He wasn't sure what he'd done to earn their attention, other than make their favourite drinks, but ever since they'd seen him, they had both taken to making his life equal parts heaven and hell. It wasn't the same as Neo, who liked to make him flush then cackle in victory. The Malachite sisters took things much further.
That wasn't to say they weren't beautiful or that he didn't enjoy the attention. If anything, that was the problem. He enjoyed it too much. They're just teasing, though. They're out of my league anyway. Most of the girls who come here are. Besides, who wanted to eat somewhere and have the waiter try to chat you up? That had to be annoying. He'd already decided he wouldn't let his hormones ruin this job.
He wouldn't try and flirt with any of his customers. That way led ruin – both of the financial and self-respect variety. He hadn't exactly been a hit with the ladies back home. Then again, his sisters hadn't exactly helped…
"Here you go," he said, laying the two drinks down. He also placed a fresh platter of cakes before them, knowing they'd love it. "I'll jus-huh?"
There was a hand around each of his wrists, and the two girls smiled up at him.
"Did you think we'd give up so easily?" Miltia asked. She dragged him down with a girlish giggle, and Melanie helped her, pushing him into the seat between the two of them. His arms bumped against theirs and he froze up, more than aware of how close they were, if only because of the scent of their perfume. It was heady and intoxicating, and also different for each of them.
He wasn't sure why it was that he noticed, but he did.
"One is for you," Melanie said, pushing the drink towards him.
"What about-?" He trailed off when they dug the two straws into the last cup and shared it between them. That must have been their plan from the start. He sighed. "You two…"
"Hm, what about us?" Melanie made a happy noise as she sipped from the straw. "You should be grateful we came by to make you rest. You look exhausted."
"Such a hard worker," Miltia agreed, making a circle on the back of his palm with her finger. He wasn't sure if he should move his hand away or not. Would it be obvious if he did? Would it send the wrong message if he didn't? "All work and no play makes Jaune a dull boy."
What was the message he wanted to send, anyway?
"You should come and work for us."
"Miltia," Melanie hissed. "He can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because then who would work here and make cakes?"
"Ooh, good point." Miltia nodded and look up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry Jaune, but you can't work for us. It wouldn't work out."
His brow twitched. "I didn't even say I wanted to!"
"It's not you," Melanie agreed with a sigh. "It's us."
"We're not ready for that kind of commitment."
"Sorry, Jaune..."
He growled something under his breath, mostly because his cheeks were too red and he couldn't actually find any words to say. The devious twins shared a look filled with amusement. All of it was at his expense, of course.
"You two will be the death of me, you know?"
"I hope not. Where would we find coffee like this if you died?" Melanie cupped two fingers to her lips and gasped. "Oh, and companionship as well," she hurried, voice thick with insincerity. "We obviously care for you as well, right Miltia?"
"Of course…" The twin in red batted her eyes sarcastically at him. "I care more than Mel, though."
"Oh, is that so, sister?"
"Yep. Red is the colour of passion, after all."
Miltia pressed her breasts against his arm as she said that. Her eyes fluttered up towards him, her lips parted as she breathed out softly onto his cheek. She was teasing him. He knew that. She wasn't being serious.
Why could his body not realise that?
"Hmph, as though Jaune would be interested in something like that. White is the colour of purity and innocence."
"Innocence," Miltia drawled. "You!?"
"S-Shut up. What is that supposed to mean?"
"I think you know, Melanie."
"I don't think I do. Maybe I'll ask you to elaborate as I smash your face through this table, hm?"
"Try it, bitch."
"Skank!"
Jaune's eyes widened as he realised just where the conversation was going – and at a fast clip, too. He held his arms out between them, putting his face in the way. "Whoa, whoa, calm down! There's no need for fighting. You can't…" He trailed off.