Miki raised an eyebrow at the emplpyee's comment.
"No we donβt hold hostages at all much less in the kitchen. My kitchen is sacred why on earth would I do something so tainted in it like that?β
"Dunno, I suppose it could serve to make things more interesting?" She shrugged and he turned to vanish into the kitchen for a moment. Her eyebrows dropped annoyed. Her reason for rudely not waiting her own turn and bothering the man in the first place was to get cake more quickly not have to wait for him. Luckily he returned before she cold really get annoyed.
βAlright, Iβm done. Sorry you had to wait. Now, how may I help you?β Miki blew out a sigh, letting her annoyance leave with it, and sat onto a a stool next to her, propping up her sneakers to retie them.
"I'd just like a little piece of cake please, Red Velvet if you have it," She glanced around at the lively cafe, eyebrows quirking once more at the 'singles' and 'couples' signs. Well, that was one way to avoid getting hit on.
"What the idea behind this place anyway? Playing matchmaker?" she kept the comment short, since he was probably about to be off and get her cake. Glorious, magical cake. Nothing better for breakfast with a morning of dance coming up. Bring on the calories!
"Cuute~"
In surprise, Sebastian jerked in shock, slamming his knee painfully into the bottom of the counter. He rubbed it with a little groan, looking up to see another female waitress who was wiping the counter and had paused to look at his drawing.
"You startled me bel ange!"
He voiced with a chuckle, always quick to compliment in his native language. Though Sebastian would shamelessly consider himself a flirt , expressing compliments in English was always much more nerve wracking. He liked to stick with French. It was the language of love after all, some girls seemed to like it.
He spun his sketch book so it was right side up in her view from behind the counter. "You like it?"
He studied his own picture again, now from upside down, mouth quirking up again. It was rather cute if he said so himself.
Sebastian spontaneously reached out and seamlessly ripped the page from his book. He pulled it back for a second, signing his name with a flourish in the corner before holding it out to her.
"Here, think of it as a momento of me joli, and personification of this lovely cafe." He tilted his head and glanced at her. All the waitresses he'd seen so far seemed to be extremely pretty. Maybe it was a job qualification.
This girl was tall and slim with exotic purple hair and clear violet eyes. She looked a bit older than him, though not by much, and her heels and height probably just added to that visual.
"I'm Sebastian, just so you know. Now can brag to your friends about the amazing artist who drew that for you, eh?" He winked and laughed, mentally making a note to make an effort to still his accent. His 'th' and 's' were sounding very much like prominent 'z''s at the moment.