Deidara, Kisame, Itachi, and Sasori. Of course, they'd pick this restaurant. 

"We're friends?" I ask, honestly curious. Kisame raises his hand to his heart, pretending to be hurt by my words. 

"Of course we are princess," he replies. 

"Sakura-chaannn, come sit with us! Pretty please, yeah!?" Deidara whines like a toddler. I straight out laugh at him, causing Sasori to give a small smile. 

"I would love to, but I still have to work," I say, hardly able to contain my smile. Temari pops her head out of the kitchen, grinning. 

"I'll cover you Saku, plus the boss isn't in," she says, wiggling her eyebrows. I guess I made a disgusted face because she giggled.

Temari had started working here almost a month ago, and even though she was new, she became a model employee...well most of the time.

I pull a chair up to their table and start talking with them. The conversation flows so smoothly between the four.... well three of us. Itachi wasn't much of a talker.

"So Sakura-chan, when do you get out of work, yeah?" Deidara asks, giving Sasori a sly grin.

"Why do you want to know?" I ask suspiciously. 

"Well...we..." Deidara starts, rubbing his neck sheepishly. 

"We're going to take you out to eat," Itachi butted in. 

"Wow, the great Itachi Uchiha can actually talk," I say in mock surprise. 

He snorts in amusement and waves me off.

"She gets off work at 4:30 today," Temari says, popping out of the kitchen again.

"Temari!" I shout, slightly aggravated.

"Ok, we'll come pick you up after your shift," Kisame says with a grin.

They all walk out, leaving me with Temari.

"What the heck Temari? Are you trying to get me killed by a gang?"

"No, I'm trying to get you laid."

I choke on my own spit, earning a giggle from Temari.

"Just kidding! You know Saku, those guys seem really into you," she exclaimed.

"Wha-No they aren't!" I protest. 

How could she ever think they were into me? I mean, I ain't exactly supermodel material.

"Yes they are, you're just in denial," She says in a sing-song voice.

"Whatever," I grumble out.

"Why did you say my shift ends at 4:30? You know it ends at 6."

"Well, I want to be a good wingman for my BFF," she says.

"And, the boss isn't coming in today, so you might as well leave early. Plus you'll owe me a favor."

'Oh no!'

"What kind of favor?" I ask timidly. 

Her eyes sparkle devilishly and she smirks.

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

By the time 4:30 rolled around, I was starving.

Itachi walked into the shop and made eye contact with me. I nodded in understanding and followed him to his car. I nearly gasped out loud when I saw his car. It was Lamborghini and a deep black color. 

"Your car is amazing," I say breathlessly.

He smirks at my dazed form and opens the door for me.

"Thank you, sir." 

"Your welcome, milady," he says jokingly.

I sit down in the passenger seat of the car and see a Mercedes right behind us. It's a deep navy blue and seems to scream I'm rich. I spot Sasori in the driver's seat. He notices my staring and winks at me. I feel myself blush a tiny bit. 

"Hey, Princess!" Kisame screeches in my ear.

I scream and smack him in the arm, while he snickers.

"Don't scare me like that tuna!" I say, giving him a glare.

His laughter stops short and he stares at me.

"What did you call me?" He asks challengingly.

"I called you tuna, Sharky."

"Fine pinky," he says teasingly.

"Don't bring my hair color into this!" I exclaim.

"Would you both shut up," Itachi interrupts.

I sigh and give up on the argument with Kisame. Kisame takes this as a sign that he won. When we arrive at a fancy restaurant, I start to feel my hands shake in nervousness. I'm not rich, I can't afford this kind of food.

"Um....Itachi? I'm not really that hungry." My stomach rumbles, revealing my lie. He gives me a smirk and I blush. Stupid stomach.....it's a little traitor.

"I think you are hungry," Kisame says while dragging me into the restaurant.

Already, I can tell I don't fit in. This is a pretty fancy restaurant which means people will be dressed up. And guess what? I'm wearing fricking jeans and an anime T-shirt. I can feel the disgusted stares cutting into me like knives. Stupid rich people.

We all sit down and I start to twiddle my thumbs. What will they think when they find out I'm really poor? I don't expect them to buy me anything, I would never ask that of them. They have been too nice to me already.

"So Sakura-chan, are you going to the dance coming up, yeah?" Deidara asks.

I feel myself beginning to sweat.

"Oh, I don't know."

"Well, you should go! Er...yeah," he says.

"Doll, you're going, even if I have to drag you there."

To be continued......