Your name is Ash Moonwing. Your meek, nervous, pushover, and will practically do anything for Alex. You love him, but you don’t know if he hates you at not.

You, working at Red Rose, were serving customers. You being waiter with six arms, made you work a lot faster and more. Your shift was longer than others and you normally worked the night shifts. So did Alex. You honestly had no idea if he loved you or not, but you knew damn well that you love him. Whatever he did to you. You loved it. To humiliation, do bullying you. You loved it.

You looked at the clock, 8:46. Almost your time to leave. You served a table, but also looking for Alex. You were about to leave the table and tell the cooks their orders, but then a sharp pain coursed through you. You gasped, and but back a yelp. You turned around, to see who stepped on your tail. You saw Alex, with that sly smile of his. Suddenly the pain felt as if numbed and replaced with a painful pleasure. Your gaze softened.

“Oh! Alex..sorry about that..”

You murmured, your tail probably was in his way. You moved your slightly throbbing tail closer to your. Wrapped around your ankle slightly. Alex grunts and headed to the kitchen. You saw him coming back out with pineapple slices. Those are what he used to make your favorite drink…you shook your head and went back to your job and told the cooks the orders. Once your shift finally ended, you went to the bar. Wanting to see Alex. Once you saw his annoyed face, the memory of you two making out in the staff room flashed in your brain. You tried to shack it off as you sat down, and Alex passed you your favorite drink, without you ordering!

“You’re welcome, insect.”

He growled. Your face turned red, you live fit when he called you names. Your tail wagged from under the counter, and your moth antennas flicked slightly. Your four arms fidgeted in your lap, and your other two arms rested on the counter.