[Vivi]
Vivi let herself be pulled along as Max led her on a most fantastic journey through the city, even getting chased by the cops and almost getting arrested! Vivi couldn't contain her laughter, almost always having to put a hand up and hold her hat the entire way so it didn't fly off. She found herself having so much fun that she even forgot, for a few moments, what exactly she was supposed to be doing.
They finally made it back to the cafe after a while. Vivi took a moment to catch her breath, while Max looked for his key, and couldn't help but stare at all the strange keys he had. I wonder what they all go to? She wondered idly.
"After you, Madam. Oh, and what would you like to drink?"
"Thank you." Vivi said, then stepped into the cafe, "Hm...I don't know. I like everything from here. Surprise me! Just make it sweet, okay~?" She stepped further inside, then continued, "Would you like some help with the preparations?"
[Gabriel]
"No, silly! I'm not talking about your band!"
Gabriel stared at her, surprised. "Oh...you're not? Then...." He mused. What are you talking about, then?
"We have A LOT to talk about, Gabriel!" she said immediately grabbing his hand, "Do you want to talk over lunch? Or...what time is it anyways?"
Gabriel flinched visibly as soon as she touched him, instinctively trying to pull his hand away. He wasn't afraid, it was just that...well, he wasn't so good with people in general, not to mention physical contact. To him, it was simply very strange.
Wait. If she's not a fan, then....how does she know my name, and why? Could it be..... Even when Gabriel's band had been famous, he'd never had a stalker. She was cute, but she also scared the crap out of him.
"Oh, well. Do you want to talk about it over a meal and or light snack?" She cocked her head to the side and grinned up at him, batting her lashes.
"I, uh..." Gabriel gently took his hand back and looked away. "I have to go." He answered hurriedly, turning away from her and walking briskly. He felt a need to go home, to lock himself in his room and get to work pouring over the scores he just bought. He wanted to get lost in his music like he always did, and forget that other people even existed.....people were scary and hard to understand.
Why would a random, albeit incredibly cute, girl seek him out, if she wasn't a fan? How would she know his name and what he looked like? Was she one of the stalkers he'd heard about on the news, the kind that introduce themselves before they hunt you down and...and...
These worries plagued him as he walked, hugging himself and humming under his breath. The humming calmed him just a bit, but he was still worried. What if she was following him right now? What if....