Café Au Lait [Marceline/Saga]

“Ah,I am glad to hear this, and I certainly hope that you think it tastes as good as it looks~? Mio padre puts a lot of effort into his choices, you see~?” Smirking at the polite praise she was offered as she laid out the steaming cup of coffee for this enchanting soul and the plated slice of tiramisu she had ordered as well, after doing so the ebony haired lass straightened herself up and clung to the tray she had brought these refreshments to the table upon, a slight glow present in her face as she lingered for a second or two to simply admire that beauty and quite by chance happened to get drawn into conversation as she did so.
“Si, signora~” That instinct she had toward flirtatious tone seeming to also once more prompt her to pepper their little chat with little pieces of her native tongue as she did so, though she had no idea why the woman was so curious about her origin Miss Bellucci had no reason to hide who she was or where she came from, and in fact was happy to share her European origin since it felt like it added an air of the exotic given the nation she currently lived in.

“My papa’s and I moved not too long ago, a couple of months or so, in fact~” Nodding as she lingered and let her golden gaze wander a little bit again, after that effulgent eye line dipped down to look at the rosy lips of the stranger she smiled and cocked her head to the site a little, and as she did so offered a fuller answer to the question which had been posed.
“And it is no surprise you do not know Bellucci’s, unless you’ve spent time in Milano of course, since today is our opening day you know~? ” Confirming the fact that the place around them was rather the spring chicken, or in fact as sprightly a young bird as it possibly could have been, Bianca lifted her striking stare back up to the gaze of the girl with the green hair as she did so and smiled, happy to indulge the woman in a little back and forth not just to rest because of how wearied she felt but also simply because she wanted to enjoy a little more of the pretty picture she presented.

“But it sounds like you know you way around here usually, do you live in the local area, Miss…? ” That latter aspect mostly why she would do a little harmless bout of inquiry of her own, while it would certainly be a boon to their business for the Bellucci’s to discover that they might just have found a regular customer given how she seemed to show familiarity with the local area, for the mind of their daughter it was far more important to discover if she might by chance have a chance of running into her again as she sloped herself slightly to the side and hoped she might find out the name of woman before her, and would offer her own if she did so…

“Si signora~” Nodding and smiling at the guess of the girl with that gorgeous green hair, even though some part of Bianca knew that she should be peeling herself away from this luscious looking lady because of how busy the shop was right now, in all honesty she found she had no heart to really follow through with such a shallow intention really. It felt like it would be a shame right now.
“Ah, steal you say~? You assume I would not give it freely simply for the chance to see your smile again~?” Licking her lips as the sublime stranger joked about pilfering the recipe for her own and pulling the tray tighter against her tum as she did so, the teenage temptress tilted herself to one side as she teased the terrific treat before her and grinned at her afterward, though really her words were pure flattery. After all, their secret recipe was more to do with the good taste of the head barista and the beans he chose, more than anything.

“Oh, Francia~? It makes sense, the women from there are known to be especially charming, I have heard~” The black brows of the beauty lifting higher when her guest confessed that they shared a common European origin, though she was far too busy offering further charm to voice it verbally the vixen could have instead admitted the fact that she too had a little of the French nation in her blood thanks to the lineage from her father, but instead opted to continue her flirtation instead.
“And now, I get to see that the reputation pales compared to the real thing~?” The pedigree of the emerald haired enchantress certainly seeming to only add to her exotic allure however and make sense of that sophisticated charm that she seemed to give off, though Miss Bellucci acted like this was her first meeting with a girl from the country divided from her own by the swiss alps her life at the Adler Academy had introduced her to ladies and lads from the region well before that date, and her enjoyment of their romance and glamour only meant that her expectation of this woman was raised higher because of that. They had some big shoes to fill, after all.

“Oh heeheehee, ’the enemy’, huh~?” Giggling all the more when her fellow foreigner appeared to admit the fact that the two of them were much like the Montagues and the Capulets when it came to the coffee business, while it surprised her to learn that the nice French place she had frequented a time or two since arriving her was owned by someone as youthful and attractive as the woman before her she was not particularly perturbed by the knowledge that she was one of her father’s rivals, and might even have been excited by it instead.
“Sounds like I might have to keep an eye on you, for one reason, or another~?” The little tickle of taboo that such a detail added to their burgeoning connection only intriguing her more, even as her father beckoned for the beauty to come back and forced her to offer up an playful ‘to be continued’ to the beryl beauty, the confident coquette couldn’t help but find her golden gaze creeping over her shoulder as she did so, finding herself hypnotised and hoping she might actually manage to claim a bit more of a break before the woman finished her cake and her coffee. After all, it would be a shame to see her go before they’d had a proper chance to get to know one another, now wouldn’t it…?

It’s finally slowing down… No small sigh escaping the lips of the lass when she was at last given the chance to breath from behind the comfort of the curtain that separated the little kitchen in the back from the rest of the shop, the ravishing young raven found no shortage of relief as she peered from her little setting and saw that at long last the throng of bodies were starting to thin out, and she could was afforded the chance to take in her still relatively busy place of business without having her view be awfully obstructed by the sheer number of people who occupied it.
And not a moment too soon huh? Who knows how much longer she may have stayed~ The eyes of the ebony enchantress naturally seeming to search and steer toward the particular person who she had shot the occasional smirk toward as she had continued her waitressing since leaving her, for a second or two she found herself with just an ounce of worry that the green goddess had left the shop whilst she hadn’t been looking, but it seemed that such panic was unneeded when she saw what looked to be the verdant vixen still here, and still at the table she had been at before. That was lucky, wasn’t it?

Fortune really might be favouring the bold today, no~? Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and as such eagerly peeling off the apron she had been sporting now that she had found occasion to take a break from her business, Bianca hummed for a second before skipping back into her little cove to put a few slices of nicely cured meat betwixt bread before headed back out into the open, next she gathered up a couple more mugs of caffeinated goodness to go with her lunch and placed them onto a tray before setting out into the shop once more with a smile on her face and a spring in her step as well.
Let’s hope she doesn’t have anywhere she needs to be anytime soon, no~? Really swinging those hips as she marched across the boards beneath her and beaming all the while as she did so, while the black beauty had no idea if face of the fox would be turned toward her thanks to the clashing of her heels against the floor she really hoped she caught her attention, after all, right now she was in her full unobstructed glory without her apron on; that snug wine red top and creaking leather pencil skirt on full display.

“Ciiiaaaoo again, Signora Bellisima~” There only one place in the mind of the maroon minx to have her meal however and the fact that the café was still that little bit busy seeming to play into the palm of her hand in regard to her choice as well, after jabbing her high heels across the floor like she had been marching down the catwalk Miss Bellucci let her fingers brush over the shoulder of siren she sought to ensure she had her attention, and once she did so offered another purring greeting for the green girl as well as a glee filled grin.
“Would you mind if I took this seat~?” Not quite coming to rest when she had marched up to Marceline however, but instead coming to a halt a couple more steps past her as she put her plan into action to grab a little more time and interest from the woman, whilst one of her hands held a fragrant tray of treats aloft the other gripped the seat that lay opposite the beryl belle and tugged it toward her an inch or so as the dark delight asked if it was free, and hoped with everything in her heart right now that she would find the response she received to be amenable to the effort she was putting in right now…

“Ah, grazie, grazie! Here, I thought you might enjoy another cup, on me of course~” Smiling as she smoothly slid her way into the seat the very moment that Marceline allowed her, a moment later Miss Bellucci was lifting one of the cups of coffee she had carried with her and passing it over to the picturesque piece of perfection she now could call a tablemate, showing off her more generous spirit whilst also ensuring that the emerald haired enchantress would have a reason to stick around and indulge her.
“Ahahahaha~! Well, what can I say~? I think that I’m simply entranced by you~” Chuckling as next she was questioned about why she was giving such a high degree of interest toward a person who was practically a stranger to her, the black beauty proved once more that she was never the sort to dally around an issue as she boldly but playfully announced the romantic element of her reasoning, and licked her lips a little bit as she picked up her own drink and sipped from it is as she waited to see what the woman might make of her frank flirtation.

“Oho ho ho ho, seems I am not the only person intrigued, hm~?” Excited when it seemed that she had done enough to stimulate the interest of the girl who seemed to share her own golden gaze, Bianca gave a playful and clearly put on laugh as the verdant vixen asked about her and her age, and flicked her hair as she stalled her answer for a second or two.
“Hehehehehe, no no, the youthful loveliness is all me, but you are correct to guess I have a quirk, very perceptive~” Giggling more earnestly a moment later when she opted to take the comment about her assumed age as something of a compliment, the teen beamed happily and tucked one of those twisting tresses of hers behind her left ear as she bragged about both her own good looks and the fact that she was a quirker as well, silently wondering how she might have guessed that fact but happy to let the answer fall into her lap rather than go searching for it.

“I’m actually a student at a school here~” It seeming that the woman was on the whole quite the sharp cookie and guessing not only that the girl had a quirk but she was also a school goer as well, while some might have been a little guarded about confessing the fact that they were still enrolled in education this ebony enchantress felt little shame in admitting the fact that she was still a student, and in fact was rather proud of the fact really.
“UA? Do you know it~?” Happy to reveal the role she had as a heroine of the future and in her way only asking Marceline if she knew the establishment as something of a rhetorical formality, she had no doubt that anyone worth their salt would be familiar with one of the best hero schools in the world, and hopefully would also be impressed to discover that she was not just the proverbial pretty face given her attendance of the academy…

“Heeheehee, not just the customers really~?” Blissfully unaware of any intent that came from her fellow fox to trip her up and instead answering the questions she was asked with excitement and earnestness, Miss Bellucci beamed and even batted her long lashes a couple of times when Marceline seemed to question the amorousness in her approach and whether or not it was personal toward her, which was really quite the complicated query on the whole.
“You see, whenever I see something or someone lovely, I just can’t help myself~” By no means wishing to deceive such a divine delight but at the same time not wanting her to feel like she was just ‘one more girl’ to her, while she perhaps showed a bit of evasiveness in her answer the ebony enchantress elected to use that observed charm of hers to give a response that was honest and yet encouraging, and hopefully would reinforce the fact that the sable siren found this green goddess to be rather a gorgeous example of womanhood as well.

“Hehehehehe, well I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree with you there, signora~” It seeming that glamorous gal with whom she shared her golden gaze seemed also intent on pointing out the differences in their age, while Bianca was surprised to discover that such a youthful individual such as this considered herself that much older and more mature than a teenager, she ultimately took both that and the sleight to her schooling in her stride as she turned the comment on its head playfully. It was fun really, realizing that she could ‘dance’ like this with a woman as beautiful as the one opposite her.

“A hero needs to bold, and ambitious, no~? Even at a young age~” All too eager to point out the fact that this fine French femme was dealing with a delight who was far from run of the mill, while it might have been more typical for the temptress to act more meekly she knew that anyone who had the drive to become a heroine needed to be cut from a different cloth, and also brave enough that they might defy any barriers put between them and their goal. Be they enemies, or the stretch of a few years which prevented her from being seen as an adult in this land. However, even in saying that, she was a little ignorant toward the fact that her fondness for older women tended to stem from the fact she lacked a strong maternal influence growing up, and as such couldn’t observe that mechanism in her motivations.

“Wellllll, a girl like me knows how to get her way, I can tell you~” Grinning again when next Marceline seemed to question the willingness of her fathers to let the foreign fox indulge her desire to attempt heroics because it simply seemed to speak of how little she knew her, Bianca gave a playful boast to the beryl beauty in her well-honed skills in manipulation, though in all honestly had seen little in the way of opposition from either of her patriarchal parents toward the path she had chosen. Both seemed proud, in their own way.
“But what do you mean by ‘death trap’, I wonder~?” Still finding herself somewhat curious about the particular manner in which the woman had chosen to designate the venue of her education, the black beauty found herself frowning just a little at the words that were presented before her and questioned them because of that, trying to satisfy the mix of curiosity and confusion that they inspired within her…

“Heeheehee, perhaps I’m just the sort of girl who expects everyone is already on her hook from the get go~?” Unsure of whether she should take the fine femme’s comment about her forwardness with flirtation as a compliment or an insult but ultimately opting to treat it with humour, Miss Bellucci giggled as Marceline pointed out the caution she held in her own approached when compared to the recklessness of the raven, and opted to shine a positive but somewhat vain perspective on her own reasoning.
“So I may tend to forego the need for pretense~?” In her heart not wholly sure why she was so happy to put herself out there when it came to the strangers who caught her eye but thus far such habits feeling like they led to more pleasure than pain in her opinion, the ebony haired enchantress made little excuse nor apology for the way she was because even if their way a dash of disapproval in the dryness of the delight opposite her in the mind of this mischievous minx that was what had helped shape the person she had become she had become.

“Heheheheh, oh goodness, if only I hadn’t said that, hm~?” It seeming however from the conversation that no matter her enthusiasm that the dazzling diva was headed for disappointment when it came to her ambitions with the green haired goddess, despite this apparent and easily drawn conclusion Bianca did not show much desire to let the issue die entirely, and instead opted to send a more determined and somewhat roguish response.
“Is there a way that perhaps I could convince you to forget that troublesome detail~? I can assure you I’m more than a mite more mature than the average second year high school student~” This perhaps because it felt for a precocious young thing like her that people tended to write her off far too often simply because of the sum of years she had been in the world, it was a little insulting to her for someone to use such a feeble excuse to try to push her away, and no matter how valid it might have been in most circumstances she didn’t agree with it. What difference was a single digit in the right going to make for a seventeen year old when she felt attracted to someone, and they felt the same to her? It was weak reasoning.

“Wow, it sounds like the short history of the school has been rather eventful, hasn’t it?” The brow of the black bella lifting high however when it seemed that the beryl beauty had been kept a little more up to date with the occurrences at her school prior to her arrival than she was, much like with her amorous ambitions Miss Bellucci would prove that she wouldn’t be that easily dissuaded from the course she had chosen, though the information did provide one little insight over which she would maintain a curiousity.
“Though I’m hardly put off… Diamonds are formed thanks to volcanic heat and insurmountable pressure, after all? A little adversity won’t sway me, or my parents~” Grinning as she pointed out her perseverant spirit and yet even as she did so seeming to sense that their seemed a little distaste from Marceline when it came to the school which was none too far away, though there seemed a laundry list of reasons for any parent to shun such a risky establishment, she couldn’t help but silently wonder why the woman seemed to show such negativity toward it? Was it just because she didn’t like the idea of trouble coming to the town because of UA, or was there something else going on here…?