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[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[Meet Amélie.]

[Warning: She's rather shy.]

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[penrosing.livejournal.com]

[ There's a man at the cafe where Amélie works. He seems to be waiting for someone. ]

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[Amélie watches him for a moment before looking around to see if any other waitress will take his order. When she sees that no, they're all busy, she swallows nervously before heading over.]

Bonjour, monsieur. M-may I help you?

[penrosing.livejournal.com]

[ He has a polite enough smile, though his posture is a bit straight-backed to seem at ease. When he speaks, it's in French and although his accent is good, there is something about the way he forms the words that betrays he's not a native speaker. ]

A coffee, please. And-- [ He turns to look at the day's specials, where they've been written on a nearby wall. ] --what would you suggest, miss? The soup?

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[Amélie smiles, amused.]

The soup is lovely, yes.

You are n-nervous? Waiting for someone, perhaps?

[And then, fearing that she's spoken too much, she blushes.]

ooc: So I suck and I have to go to class (I know...8:15-10:45...who schedules these things?) but I'll be back to tag! I have not forgotten you!

[penrosing.livejournal.com]

The soup then, please.

[ Arthur makes a note to himself that he should work on being a little less obvious, even when business isn't involved. He nods at the waitress, his smile growing rueful. ]

Not nervous, just curious. I'm supposed to meet a friend and it's not her to be late. You haven't seen a young woman, have you? Long brown hair, red jacket. Scarf?




ooc; not a problem! (though egads what is that class schedule) my notifs are totally borked right now but i'll make sure to check back again! i hope class isn't a killer. :3

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[She thinks for a moment before shrugging and shaking her head. No woman like that has been through all day.]

She sounds pretty, monsieur.

ooc: BACK. Five people showed up, we stayed for 45 minutes and she let us go. Woo!

[penrosing.livejournal.com]

[ Arthur exhales a silent laugh. He wonders how Ariadne would react to being called that. ]

You could say that, yes. [ Not that the waitress wasn't pretty herself. But Arthur was far too polite to point that out. ] She's the one who recommended this place, actually. I'm surprised she doesn't sound familiar. Do you work here normally?



ooc; WOOT WOOT. o/ internet highfive.

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

[well, even if he can't see her, he can still hear her breathing...and she smells lovely, like french perfume]
[he will just be standing here, holding his blind man stick and listening around to get his bearings]

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[Amélie stares for a moment before smiling sweetly and hooking elbows with him to lead him to the table. Usually, Amélie may be timid. But this...this she's done before.]

Bonjour, monsieur! Lovely day, no? Walk with me through the golden café. The couple at the table beside us have not seen each other in some time. Hear their joyful laughter? They've missed each other, I'm sure! Do you smell that? Fresh croissants and biscuits wait upon the counter. There is soup today, lobster bisque, that will warm you up from this miserable weather.

[She sits him down at a booth and smiles. So, he can't see the café. That won't stop her from describing what she sees.]

Au revoir.

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

[oh dear, Matt really doesn't want help but his protests seem to die in his throat as she continues to talk too fast for him to say anything else. Her french accent is lovely to listen to. And he finds himself led over to a table before he can do anything about it]

Er, thank you. I didn't catch the name?

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[As she walks away, she hears him ask the question and freezes. Oh my. She didn't anticipate questions.]

A-A-Amélie, monsieur.

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

Amélie. [hoping he did nothing to make her nervous, though that seems to be the typical reaction to his blindness] Is this your cafe? I haven't been this way before....thought I would try someplace new for lunch.

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

N-not my café, monsieur. I am merely a waitress.

May I get you something?

[penrosing.livejournal.com]

[ There's a man at the cafe where Amélie works. He seems to be waiting for someone. ]

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[Amélie watches him for a moment before looking around to see if any other waitress will take his order. When she sees that no, they're all busy, she swallows nervously before heading over.]

Bonjour, monsieur. M-may I help you?

[penrosing.livejournal.com]

[ He has a polite enough smile, though his posture is a bit straight-backed to seem at ease. When he speaks, it's in French and although his accent is good, there is something about the way he forms the words that betrays he's not a native speaker. ]

A coffee, please. And-- [ He turns to look at the day's specials, where they've been written on a nearby wall. ] --what would you suggest, miss? The soup?

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[Amélie smiles, amused.]

The soup is lovely, yes.

You are n-nervous? Waiting for someone, perhaps?

[And then, fearing that she's spoken too much, she blushes.]

ooc: So I suck and I have to go to class (I know...8:15-10:45...who schedules these things?) but I'll be back to tag! I have not forgotten you!

[penrosing.livejournal.com]

The soup then, please.

[ Arthur makes a note to himself that he should work on being a little less obvious, even when business isn't involved. He nods at the waitress, his smile growing rueful. ]

Not nervous, just curious. I'm supposed to meet a friend and it's not her to be late. You haven't seen a young woman, have you? Long brown hair, red jacket. Scarf?




ooc; not a problem! (though egads what is that class schedule) my notifs are totally borked right now but i'll make sure to check back again! i hope class isn't a killer. :3

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[She thinks for a moment before shrugging and shaking her head. No woman like that has been through all day.]

She sounds pretty, monsieur.

ooc: BACK. Five people showed up, we stayed for 45 minutes and she let us go. Woo!

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

[well, even if he can't see her, he can still hear her breathing...and she smells lovely, like french perfume]
[he will just be standing here, holding his blind man stick and listening around to get his bearings]

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[Amélie stares for a moment before smiling sweetly and hooking elbows with him to lead him to the table. Usually, Amélie may be timid. But this...this she's done before.]

Bonjour, monsieur! Lovely day, no? Walk with me through the golden café. The couple at the table beside us have not seen each other in some time. Hear their joyful laughter? They've missed each other, I'm sure! Do you smell that? Fresh croissants and biscuits wait upon the counter. There is soup today, lobster bisque, that will warm you up from this miserable weather.

[She sits him down at a booth and smiles. So, he can't see the café. That won't stop her from describing what she sees.]

Au revoir.

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

[oh dear, Matt really doesn't want help but his protests seem to die in his throat as she continues to talk too fast for him to say anything else. Her french accent is lovely to listen to. And he finds himself led over to a table before he can do anything about it]

Er, thank you. I didn't catch the name?

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

[As she walks away, she hears him ask the question and freezes. Oh my. She didn't anticipate questions.]

A-A-Amélie, monsieur.

[daredevilawyer.livejournal.com]

Amélie. [hoping he did nothing to make her nervous, though that seems to be the typical reaction to his blindness] Is this your cafe? I haven't been this way before....thought I would try someplace new for lunch.

[le-petit-amelie.livejournal.com]

N-not my café, monsieur. I am merely a waitress.

May I get you something?