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Watanuki blushed at their reactions to his cooking. "I.. wow, I really don't know what to sa-" He was cut short when Kaoru moved close to him again. Why did that baffle him so? Maybe he was just used to being alone...

He swallowed at Kaoru's hard to deny puppy eyes. "Well... I don't know...," but he changed his tune at the sound of getting paid. With an open grin of enthusiasm, "When do I start~?!" he asked them both.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Kyouya popped up seemingly out of nowhere. Ok, he actually did jump and was acting like a scared cat. A cat that didn't feel like introducing himself at the moment.

Alcy's eyes slid sideways, a smirk developing on her face. Kaoru was taking it in the right direction, and she knew just where to push to finish him off. "Plus, hiring a chef would drastically cut down on costs, as I would imagine the price of the finished goods are considerably higher than the cost of the ingredients and wages." She smiled happily.

Alcy grinned. "Congrats, kid! Welcome to the club!" she said, flashing a thumbs up before ninja-ing out a second cupcake from the box and starting on it.

((... I nearly died laughing imagining what Kyouya's face would be like if anyone suddenly started to shove cupcake into his mouth. I'd imagine it'd either be surprise and slight horror or sheer deadpan. XD ))

Feeling completely uneasy, Sawyer slid out the door silently, after making sure her purse was securely in her hand this time. There was no need to run now, and the halls of the school felt eerily quiet. After all the running, all the rushing about she'd done all day long, the quiet, dark halls stretched out before her, full of nothing but silence. "Why," she murmured to herself, "if I just close my eyes..." She closed her eyes slowly and stood completely still, listening for once to the silence and the calm she'd been missing all day long. It was beautiful, melodic silence, as sweet as any symphony, and Sawyer was grateful for it. Her mind travelled back to the note she'd left behind with her name and phone number on it. She smiled softly, hoping the girl would find it in her heart to forgive her, and would enjoy the bounty she'd left behind.

Uneager to head home, and distracted by the quiet, Sawyer sat down on the floor, her back against the cool wall. She tilted her head back, her eyes closed, and smiled. She let the day filter out of her system slowly.

It hadn't occured to her that she was as tired as she was. She'd long since forgotten that she'd only slept two hours the night before, that she'd gone to school, and then to work, and had been running like mad ever since. As the miasma cleared, her muscles and her senses relaxed slowly, and as the silence continued, Sawyer unwittingly succumbed to a gentle sleep, still sitting with her back against the wall.

Lost in the light sleep, she dreamed of home; not her one room apartment, five minutes away by car, but her hometown of Savannah, Georgia. She dreamed of hot and humid afternoons on the front porch of her parents' home, of drinking ice cold, fresh squeezed strawberry lemonade in the shade of the mammoth weeping willow out in the front yard, of the scent of blooming magnolias soft on the wind, of her mother and her sister singing sweet gospel songs on Sunday while they hung the fresh-laundered blankets over a line outside so they'd smell of sunshine and springtime until their next washing. The memories she thought of when she was awake made her homesick, but for now, they were a welcome relief.