Squeezing this one in before the day's over. :P I've been crazy busy with school so writing has become a bit of an impossibility. But I'll keep doing my best!

This is pretty much a complete turnaround from the last prompt, haha XD; it's based on a scene from T&T that's always stuck with me, and I had fun with it :3 that's where all the lines are taken from. it's short and sweet. Enjoy! :D Thanks to all my reviewers so far--keep it up! ;)

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012. Fantasy

"Welcome! Bee-avenue."

The greeting originated from somewhere behind him, and the voice was charmingly bright and cheerful, despite its owner's mispronunciation.

(Wow. What a cute voice.)

"Oh. It's just you, Nick."

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned to face the girl who'd spoken.

"M-Maya!"

Phoenix knew Très Bien's manager Jean Armstrong had basically strong-armed Maya into becoming a waitress for the restaurant, but he hadn't really considered how she'd have to dress for the part.

Her hair was the only thing he could recognize, for it was still arranged in its familiar style. However, she'd traded her spirit medium clothes for the waitress uniform, and the results—well, it certainly made him do a double take.

Then a triple take.

And finally, he simply stared and let his imagination run wild for just a moment, darting across the puffy sleeves and over the frilly apron and down those legs—goddamn, those legs! How had he failed to notice them before, even if she was always wearing her acolyte attire? Surely he had to be blind to ever miss them—it was hard to believe he was that oblivious.

For a fleeting moment, he felt himself sympathize with Victor Kudo. The old man might be a pervert, but he had damn good taste.

"Well? How do I look?"

Her question jerked him out of his fantasy world. There was a pause before he answered; he found that his throat was suddenly dry and it was a struggle to swallow. It felt like he'd been caught doing something naughty and now he had to banish all wicked thoughts from his mind before he could speak.

Finally, he managed to mutter the only honest answer he could give without letting on to just how much her uniform had, uh, moved him:

"…Maybe you should quit being a spirit medium."

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