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Today was going to be a beautiful day! The sun was high in the sky, there was a pleasant breeze, and the weather was gorgeous for once. Rina knew better than to take this for granted… especially in England. So, she had called her mother and invited the woman out for a picnic lunch. It had been too long of a time since she had just met up with her mother, and Rina was craving the family time. Her father was always much too busy with his work – he was a professor of physics. Her mother agreed to the picnic.
She packed up a lunch – just a few sandwiches for them both and some of her mother’s favorite cupcakes. The spicy chocolate. She tucked the meal inside of the basket, on top of the folded pink and white checkered picnic blanket. She nestled her book beside the food and carefully closed the carrier. She tied her hair up in a bun and buttoned up her coat. Once she decided that she was presentable, she cheerfully grabbed the picnic basket and walked out her bakery-apartment, locking it behind her.
Katharina Diederich arrived at her mother’s house just a few minutes past one in the afternoon. Her mother answered the door with wide aqua eyes. “Oh, Rina dear,” her mother greeted, kissing her cheek and hurrying out of the house, locking the door. Rina noted the car keys in her mother’s grasp and her head tilted. The park was a short walk away – why on Earth was her mother going to drive? “I’m so sorry to have to do this, but I have to cancel our date,” Enet said, frowning at her daughter. Her blue eyes were wide and tearful.
“Cancel…? Is everything okay? Are you in trouble?”
“Oh, no, darling,” Enet said, brushing her daughter’s hair behind her ears. “I was just called into work,” she explained. “I’m so sorry…”
Katharina forced a smile to her lips and hugged her mother gently. “Don’t worry, mummy,” Rina said, kissing her cheek. “There’s always tomorrow, yes?” she asked cheerfully. Her mother smiled and nodded. Rina gave her mother another smile and continued her way to the park, a little disappointed but still in a good mood nonetheless. It was always possible that she would make a new friend! Or maybe she would meet a homeless man who needed the food and blanket more than she did! Or perhaps she would just spend the afternoon alone reading.
Well, she arrived at the park without meeting any wandering homeless men and none of the people she smiled at smiled back. She set the picnic basket on the ground and spread out the blanket, sitting down daintily on the cover. She pulled out the rather thick book from the basket, leaving the food in there. It had been merely to treat her mother out to lunch – Rina herself wasn’t particularly hungry.
She flipped to the page with the bookmark. A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. It wasn’t a particularly hard read for the woman; both of her parents were very scientific-minded. Perhaps it was a nod towards her human upbringing that Katharina had developed with a love towards both her baking and physics. Her father was a well-known theoretical physicist and her mother worked as a geneticist.
She laid on her back and put the book over her face. “I’m bored,” she whispered to one of Stephen Hawking’s diagrams.
His day wasn't exactly going all that swimmingly. He knew better than to wander around England, but after meeting Raya's friend and boss at the bakery, he decided to throw caution to the wind and head back to her bakery, You could say he was a bit smitten. Although Leon suspected it was because she smelled of chocolates. And her hair was that pretty chocolate brown color. He'd like to think that it was because she had a sweet personality, but he'd only just met her a few days ago. That was getting a bit personal wasn't it?
When he got to the shop, he pouted slightly to find it closed for the day. Perhaps he should leave a not that he stopped by. But then he realized that he had neither pen nor paper on him. That and his handwriting and spelling was terrible. Even if he did, Miss Rina probably wouldn't be able to read it, anyway. He huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets and went to walk away from the shop.
That's when he saw a car he recognized. A police car. While Leon personally didn't have a record, His papa did and he looked far too much like his papa. He turned his back to the oncoming car to hide his face, letting his dark brown long bangs cover a portion of his face. Once the car passed by, he let out a relived sigh and smirked a bit. Well, if Rina wasn't here then, there was no point in hanging about, running the risk of getting caught. Although, he still hadn't puzzled it out to himself why he was taking such a risk to see the petite little woman with the chocolate colored hair.
Since getting his hands on his mother's vortex manipulator, he'd modified and repaired it. He no longer had to wait hours or days for it to recharge. In fact, there was no recharge factor involved. It operated off of a similar core to the TARDIS. In fact, because of his tinkering, he was always directly linked to the TARDIS. But for some reason, he didn't feel like leaving just yet. Something tickled in the back of his brain that he should stick around. And when his instincts told him to do something, he always listened. Even though he had a knack for trouble, his instincts had never steered him wrong.
He found himself casually walking along, only half paying attention to his destination, only stopping to take note of landmarks such as street signs or buildings to get an idea of where he was. He was pretty good with directions and like his mama, was extremely good with maps. That was when he realized he'd meandered to a park. He quirked a brow, obviously confused. Why in the world would he come to a park? His eyes scanned curiously around. That's when he spotted her. He'd only met her briefly that one time, but her petite little figure and that head of soft brown hair had left quite an impression of the Frenchman.
As silently as he could manage, he crept up on her as she lay there, with the book covering her face. “I’m bored,” he heard her mumble into the book and he chuckled softly and he crouched down beside her, lifting the book from her face. “Mind if I join you?”
Her parents had often tried to instill upon her the caution that a Dulcian must employ. They were a weak species who were easily overpowered. It was necessary, they told her, that she learn how to sense danger and be able to quickly and effectively dodge it. Katharina Diederich did try to listen to her parents as they were older and therefore wiser than she was, but she had an inborn trust and kindness that her parents only somewhat exhibited. Her parents bickered sometimes, something that Rina couldn’t imagine ever doing. The moral of the story that Katharina was especially unadapt to London life, even amongst Dulcians.
That being said, Rina blinked up in surprise as Stephen Hawking was lifted from her face. A vaguely familiar pair of the most beautiful and vivid green eyes she’d ever seen stared back down at her.
“Mind if I join you?”
Rina sat up and stretched. “Of course not,” she said, trying to figure out where she knew him from. Rina never forgot a face, but names were quite a different story. It started with an ‘L’. Lucas? Definitely not. Lionel? Closer, but not quite. “Léon, isn’t it?” she asked tentatively after a moment of awkwardly trying to rack her brain for the name. “You’re Raya’s friend.” She straightened out the picnic blanket and patted the space across from him, motioning for him to sit down. “That means you’re my friend as well,” she told him with a small smile, taking her book back from his hands. She looked down at it a little self-consciously before putting it aside. Not many people knew about her slight obsession with physics.
She pulled the picnic basket between them and pulled out the sandwiches and the spicy chocolate cupcakes. Rina grinned and looked up at him. She always remembered the cupcakes and flavors that people drifted towards – Raya liked vanilla and strawberry, her father adored her green tea cupcakes, and Léon had eaten chocolate like a fiend. She also remembered that he hadn’t had much money. Rina never cared too much – she’d give her dress to someone if she thought they needed it more than she did. She wouldn’t make people pay to lift their hunger.
“My lunch date canceled on me,” Rina said, pushing the cupcakes and two of the sandwiches to him. They were homemade chicken salad with teriyaki sautéed mushrooms. It was an odd combination of flavors, but her mother adored it and the lunch had been for the woman. “So now,” she said, brushing a loose piece of hair behind her ear, “you can be my date. If you’re still hungry, you can walk me back to the bakery and I’ll make you some cake and cupcakes,” she promised.
She smiled and crossed her legs. “How have you been, Léon?” she asked, tilting her head curiously. “By the way… and I don’t mean to sound disturbing or anything,” she said, chuckling nervously. “But you have very beautiful eyes.”
“Léon, isn’t it?” He absolutely beamed when she said his name. He didn't particularly think he was all that memorable. He grinned at her before finally plopping down beside her and crossing his legs as he sat. “You’re Raya’s friend.” He nooded with a slight chuckle. “Ouais. We've been friends a while” he tilted his head curiously at her. She was so petite, he couldn't help but find the woman simply adorable. But, not in that creepy 'I think she's adorable' sort of way, if there was such a thing. No, she was simply very pretty and he couldn't help but admire her.
“That means you’re my friend as well,” Leon arched a brow and ran his fingers through his hair with a smirk as he couldnt help but look away from her. He didn't want her to think he was laughing at her. He was honestly flattered, but she barely knew him. They'd only met that one time. But, if there was one thing that his Mama had taught him, Never to upset a lady, and he certainly wasn't about to upset Rina by making her think that he didn't appreciate the friendship. “Ah! Merci!” he chirped as he gently took her hand and placed a delicate kiss on the top. You could blame his Great-Grandfather, Shadow, for teaching Leon how to be 'smooth'.
He tilted his head curiously as she moved the basket between them but his eyes were even more curiously drawn to the book she had rather sheepishly set aside. He recognized the cover and he smirked a little. His little brother, Nico, had the same book. “My lunch date canceled on me, So now,” He blinked for a moment, realizing that he'd been staring at her hair when she tucked it behind her ear. “you can be my date. If you’re still hungry, you can walk me back to the bakery and I’ll make you some cake and cupcakes.” Those vivid green eyes were simply alight with joy.
“You sure? I wouldn't want to impose.” he politely lied. He was not about to turn down chocolate. It was his one major weakness he had inherited from his father. But Leon supposed there were worse traits he could have acquired. He loved his mother but at least he wasn't a complete space cadet, easily distracted. His brother Gavri inherited that trait, poor kid.
“How have you been, Léon?” Leon shurgged. He didn't really think that his life was particularly interesting. And for him, it really wasn't because it was the norm for him. He'd been making repairs to a TARDIS since he was eight, goofing around with time travel since he was thirteen, and was currently trying to build a device that could bridge the gap between parallel worlds. He could easily wrap his mind around the mechanics of how to build the machine, but temporal physics and mathematics were not his forte.
“Meh.. Nothing really. Just trying to stay out of trouble, I guess.” he smirked. He self-consciously trailed his finger across the bridge of his nose to feel the ridge of his scar. Obviously, he wasn't very good at staying out of trouble. Another unfortunate trait inherited from both his parents.
“By the way… and I don’t mean to sound disturbing or anything,” she said, chuckling nervously. “But you have very beautiful eyes.” He blinked curiously at her for a moment with a confused expression. No one had ever complimented his eyes before. Sure, he'd gotten lots of funny looks and asked a lot of questions like if his eyes were contacts. He finally offered a smirk. “Oh no! Not creepy at all.. Thank you.. No one has... ever complimented my eyes before.. I get them from my Papa. We look alike, you know” He beamed, gleaning a bit of his fatherly hero worship. “Mama even says we could pass as twins”
He then nodded down at the book she was meekly trying to hide, picking it up “My little brother has this same book.”
Katharina tilted her head as Léon took her hand and kissed it. She giggled. “You’re welcome,” she answered. Her French wasn’t the best, but she had taken a semester of the language in university. “De rien,” she repeated in French. Rina leaned over and kissed both of his cheeks. “That’s how they greet each other in France, isn’t it?” she asked curiously. “I’ve been to Paris once, but I was too shy to speak French. I don’t speak it well.”
He certainly seemed excited at the prospect of going back to the bakery to feed on more chocolate cake and cupcakes. She grinned at him. “You wouldn’t be imposing,” she told him, patting his hand gently. “You’re my friend. My friends are like family; I’d do anything for them!” Rina said cheerfully. “And anyway... I’ve got this new recipe I want to try out, and I was hoping for someone to test it on,” Rina said, smiling at him hopefully.
“You? Get into trouble?” Rina asked, raising a hand to her lips playfully. “I wouldn’t have imagined!” she teased gently. She watched him trail a finger across his scar, and she tilted her head a little. She could tell that it was a subconscious gesture; obviously he had gotten into trouble and gotten the scar. “That’s okay, Léon. Sometimes I get in trouble, too. I do try to avoid it, but...” she shrugged and giggled nervously.
She pulled up her dress a little, showing him a circular scar on her inner thigh. “I got shot there. There was these men on my stoop, and so I thought maybe they wanted some chocolate-chip cookies! So, uh... I walked up to them, and I pulled out the cookies. But, uh, I kind of accidentally walked into a drug deal and he shot me. And then took the cookies. I hope he liked the cookies, at least! I wouldn’t want to have him waste all that energy and think my cookies were disgusting,” she said thoughtfully.
Rina flushed with embarrassment when he blinked at her. And stared. And looked confused. She rubbed the back of her neck, chuckling nervously again. All right, so that was a way to creep him out. Finally, though, he smirked and she let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s very interesting! I don’t look anything like my mother or father,” she said thoughtfully, examining his eyes still.
“My little brother has this same book.”
“Does he?” she asked, her cheeks reddening a little. “That’s very impressive! Stephen Hawking is a very intelligent man, although sometimes his notions are a little... misconceived,” she said politely, smiling at him. “My father once worked him with physics. It’s a fascinating subject. Do you enjoy it as well, Léon?” she asked curiously.
“I’ve been to Paris once, but I was too shy to speak French. I don’t speak it well.”
Leon smirked and tilted his head. “You sound fine. Besides, dont feel too bad. My mama? She can't speak French very well at all. She knows some words and can hold a small conversation, but she gets flustered pretty easily and ends up saying things wrong.” He chuckled softly, thinking of how his papa seemed to enjoy teasing the poor woman about it. She'd married a Frenchman, and yet, she could barely hold a conversation with him in French.. It actually was sort of adorable, now that he thought about it. And it wasn't for a lack of the woman trying. “I'd be happy to teach you if you're interested.”
Rina cheerfully reassured him that it would be no trouble to go back to her bakery. His mouth practically watered at the idea of being back in that shop. His papa would be so jealous. He smirked, and decided that he would have to ask for some extra chocolates so he could bring some home to his father.
“And anyway... I’ve got this new recipe I want to try out, and I was hoping for someone to test it on,”
“Oh?” he grinned as he scooted closer beside her, very much loving the idea. “Well. Consider me your lab rat, Madame.” he beamed. Eventually, the subject of his trouble making talents entered the conversation and Leon squirmed a little uncomfortably.
“That’s okay, Léon. Sometimes I get in trouble, too. I do try to avoid it, but...”
Leon quirked a brow at her. A sweet innocent cherub like Rina getting into trouble just did not seem possible. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea at all. But his thoughts came to an absolute screeching halt as Rina pulled up her skirt to show a bullet wound in her upper inner thigh. Her lips were moving, but Leon couldn't hear a thing just then. He was entirely too focused on trying to keep eye contact with the woman. But within a moment or two, his curiosity over took him and he hazarded a glance down to the flesh of her thigh. He could feel the heat rush to his cheeks but he swallowed trying to force the redness away. He didn't want poor Rina thinking he was some sort of pervert, after all. He tilted his head curiously as fingers gingerly reached to softly caress the scar.
He noticed her embarrassment as their eyes met and his hands withdrew. He kindly reassured her that her interested in his eyes wasn't odd to him at all. He was actually quite flattered. He went off on one of his tangents explaining how he was practically a carbon copy of his father, with the exception of thee shape of his nose and the shape of his eyes.
“Oh, that’s very interesting! I don’t look anything like my mother or father,”
“Maybe you just inherited a recessive gene and you look more like one of your grandparents, instead? My papa's genes are pretty strong. None of us look anything like Mama. Me, Gavri, and Nico look like Papa. Oh, but Gavri has Mama's eyes. They're a really pale blue. And my twin sister, Fleur has heterochromia. One eye looks like mine and papa's” he chirped pointing to the bright vivid green eyes. “And the other is a kind of pale green. And Nico? Nico has heterochromia, too. I think it's a recessive gene from Mama.” he rambled for a moment before pointing out her book. “My little brother has this same book.”
“Does he? That’s very impressive! Stephen Hawking is a very intelligent man, although sometimes his notions are a little... misconceived. My father once worked him with physics. It’s a fascinating subject. Do you enjoy it as well, Léon?”
Leon chuckled awkwardly and shook his head. “I don't really understand it. I'm better at mechanics. I built my first Sonic Screwdriver when I was eight.” He smirked and came to a stand, offering his hand down to her to help her to her feet. Patient as he was pretending to be, he was quite antsy to get into Rina's bakery and help himself to that recipe she was wanting to try out. After all, even a complete idiot couldn’t say no to free chocolate.
She positively beamed when Léon told her that he would teach her French, and she nodded enthusiastically. Oh, that would be just so wonderful! He could teach her French, and she could teach him how to bake! Although, now that she considered him more carefully, he didn’t resemble the baking type, and she didn’t resemble the adventurous Lara Croft type of girl that he would most likely be more happy to be around. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. She could remember just a few phrases, but... well, who better to learn it from but a native speaker? “That’d be wonderful,” Rina told him, grinning at him and extending an offer of trying a recipe out on him. Léon seemed more than willing to assist her in the experimentation of the recipe. He reminded her of a cute little stray puppy begging for scraps. Rina giggled, and covered her mouth a little sheepishly. Well, just because he was a cute puppy didn’t mean she had to scare the poor boy.
Rina smiled at him as he scooted closer to her, and she inched closer to him out of politeness. If he wanted to be close to her, then it was her job to oblige him. She pulled up her dress, showing him the scar on her thigh. Léon stared at her blankly, and Rina quirked an eyebrow. He had seemed responsive earlier... could it be that he wasn’t that interested in her scar? His eye contact was a little unnerving and Rina squirmed in her place, her hand still holding her dress up to her thigh. She didn’t normally go around exposing her legs to almost-strangers, but she was trying to make a point. She almost put the dress back down, feeling a little sheepish.
But, finally, he broke his sort-of creepy eye contact with her and looked down at her scar. She smiled at him even as his face began to turn a steady shade of red. She smiled innocently, not quite sure why he would be blushing over a gunshot wound, but she wasn’t going to judge him. His fingers moved towards her slowly, and brushed across the scar. His fingers caressed her thigh and she looked at him curiously. “Léon...?” she asked.
He withdrew his hands, and Rina, feeling quite puzzled, pulled her dress back down and listened as he talked about genetics. “Oh, I’m sure that I inherit my grandparent’s features. I’ve never met them. My parents fled Dulkis before I was born,” she explained with a light shrug. “And it doesn’t matter if I don’t look anything like them, does it? They’re still a part of me,” she chirped cheerfully.
“That’s quite fascinating,” Rina said, tapping her cheek. “I’m much more comfortable with physics than building things. I don’t think I could ever build something like that,” she said, staring up at him with awe. And then he stood, offering her his hand. She put the left-overs and blanket in her picnic basket, and took his hand, pulling herself to her feet. Léon certainly wasn’t one to make small talk if he could help, was he? She smiled at him, lacing their fingers together.
Her smile widened as she stood on the tips of her toes to add a little height to her. “Well, monsieur Léon,” she said, leading the way to her bakery. “Let’s not make you wait any longer, hmm?” She swung the picnic basket happily beside her as she hurried. The bakery wasn’t too far away from the park, and the walk wasn’t too long. She pulled her keys out and unlocked the bakery, opening it up and ushering the tall man inside. “Come on, the kitchen is this way!” she chirped, setting the basket on one of the tables and skipping merrily into the kitchen.
There was no way that Leon could turn down the prospect of free chocolate and the company of a pretty lady. He decided to play the part of a perfect gentleman and helped her pack up the basket and blanket. His cheeks colored slightly as Rina casually laced her fingers into his. She was sweet, but it seemed rather... Intimate? Maybe it was just a Dulcian thing. He eventually shrugged it off and smiled down at her. This was going to be wonderful. Enjoying the company of a pretty lady and playing Guinea Pig as she experimented on cupcake recipes.
As she unlocked the door of the bakery and stepped inside, he more than eagerly followed. Even tho there was nothing currently baking, the shop was filled with the warm and decadent smell of chocolate and Leon had to swallow to keep from drooling. “Alright. Let the experimentation commence. How can I help?” he asked, clapping his hands together and rubbing them happily.
Once inside of the bakery, Rina immediately drifted back into the kitchen. She tied her apron around herself and hummed cheerfully, looking to him. The poor young man seemed rather hungry, and she leaned against the counter, grinning at him. “Those are the free samples,” she said, pointing to the large display case with the word ‘samples’ written in pretty pink font. “You can help yourself to them. There are also a few cinnamon rolls here if you’d prefer them,” she said, tying her hair into a bun carefully.
She giggled when he asked how he could help and waved her hands, brushing off his question. “You just eat some of those free samples, but not too many. I don’t want you to get full before I can give you some of the others,” she warned, wagging a finger playfully at him. “Okay! You stay right there, please! I’ll be back in a few minutes!”
Rina hurried back to the back, hurriedly pulling out the ingredients for the frosting. After several minutes, she had chocolate-vanilla nutmeg and cinnamon frosting. She rubbed her arms, her nonexistent muscles sore from stirring the frosting. She pulled the cupcakes out and frosted them, putting the platter on the counter and sitting on one of the stools. “Dig in, Léon,” she said cheerfully.
To keep from drooling and looking like a complete simpleton, Leon held his hand over his mouth, looking a bit awestruck at all the sweets in the bakery and then looking almost dreamily at Rina. “Now, I know you're an angel. No one else would just give away so many sweets.” he studded one of the cupcakes into his mouth and promptly kissed her cheek, leaving a light blue smear of icing where his lips had been before wandering around the bakery, innocently as Rina instructed him to stay put.
When the cupcakes came out of the oven, it was almost like a dog catching the sent of it's quarry as his nose immediately went into the air, sniffing, determined to locate the source when he noticed Rina waltzing in with a platter of fresh cupcakes. His mouth hung agape like an awestruck child as he giddily took a seat at the counter, his fingers twitching happily as she set the platter down. He grinned at her before taking a healthy bite out of it and paused as he slowly let it practically melt into his mouth.
And believe me when I say that it took considerable effort not to inhale the whole platter. He was diligently trying to be genuine with giving her an honest opinion of how they tasted. The nutmeg and cinnamon added a kick of spice. “These are amazing. My baby brother would love these! Peppermint and Cinnamon are his favorite!”
“An angel?” she laughed, brushing the hair away from her face. “I wouldn’t say that. I just like to see people happy.” At his reason, Rina chuckled and nodded. “Well, all right, if you want me to be an angel, I’ll try my hardest. Oh! Do be careful eating it, I don’t want you to choke,” she said, staring at him worriedly as he stuffed the entire thing in his mouth. Her fingers went to her cheek and she pulled away with blue icing on her fingers. She giggled and wiped it off on her apron.
As he set down at the counter to try her cupcakes, Rina squirmed in anticipation. She usually had her employees be the guinea pigs, but she had given them a few days off to enjoy the nice weather. “Would he?” she asked, ducking down behind the counter and finding her to-go containers. “Will you take him some? I have more in the kitchen, if you would like more boxes to share with the rest of your family,” she chirped happily. “How old is your baby brother? Do you have any sisters? How many siblings do you have?” she asked, sitting next to him and staring at him with wide-eyed curiosity.
She had always longed for siblings, but Dulcian women could only have one child and still remain healthy. As frail and tiny as Rina was, even for Dulcian standards, her father had pointed out as she grew up, she had still taken a toll on her mother. Her mother had been sick for nearly a year afterwards. “I don’t have any siblings. Perhaps your siblings could consider me a sister!”
“How old is your baby brother? Do you have any sisters? How many siblings do you have?”
Leon chuckled at the rapid fire questions and took a moment to swallow his mouthful of cupcake before answering her. “Let's see.. I'm the oldest of six. There's me and my twin sister, Fleur, then Gavri and Kitty, Roxy, and Nico.. Eh.. Nico would be about seventeen now, I think.. Wait no.. What was the year?” he asked rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Now that he thought about it, if he remembered the year correctly, his little brother should have only been about seven or eight. “Actually.. Nico is really little right now. Eight, I think.”
“I don’t have any siblings. Perhaps your siblings could consider me a sister!”
He chuckled as he stuffed another cupcake into his mouth, casually speaking despite his stuffed mouth. “I think they'd adore you. And my Papa.. You bring him chocolate and you're officially part of the family.” he paused to look at her, his face quite serious. “No.. really.. You bring him chocolate and he'll probably demand we get married or something.” he finished up with an awkward chuckle.
Leon finally shrugged out of his trench coat and folded it onto the back of a chair, leaned over the counter, and just beamed at her. He didn't even realize he was doing it but he found himself maybe just a little enamored with her. She had a sweet smile, soft chocolate brown hair, and the most beautiful hazel eyes. And even if she wasn't a magician with these cupcakes, he found himself imagining how nice it would be to wake up every morning to some of her cooking.
“WE SHOULD HAVE AN ADVENTURE!!” he suddenly exclaimed slapping his hand onto the counter and gave a wild grin, his bright green eyes gleaming as he leaned over the counter and slightly over her. “I have this thing.. And I can go anywhere.. and anywhen! We should do it!”
“Get married?” Rina asked, her eyes widening as her cheeks colored. That’s all she had to do to win someone’s hand in marriage? Or perhaps his papa just had low standards. She licked her lips and chuckled a little sheepishly. “I-I’ll keep that in mind.” That was certainly different, she’d never had a customer quite like him before. “My family isn’t like that at all,” Rina said contemplatively. It was true – while both her parents were nice, they had a level of cynicism about them that made it hard for them to trust outsiders. And she had never met another Dulcian before.
She tilted her head as Léon stared at her. She leaned over the counter, mimicking his gesture unconsciously. As his lips spread into a wide grin, she returned it whole-heartedly. She wasn’t quite realizing that she was copying him, but it felt right. “You really do have the most wonderful eyes,” she said a little dreamily, reaching forward to run her fingers through his hair, absently scratching just behind his ears, the way one would a beloved family pet.
Her fingers stopped as he slapped his hands down on the counter and leaned over her. She leaned back, tilting her head and, with a final swipe through his hair, dropped her hand. “Like a TARDIS?” she asked. “And all right. I have a lunch date with my mother tomorrow, though…”
He was about to comment that he inherited those eyes from his Papa, which was usually followed by a lot of gushy hero worshiping explanations of how much he looked like his papa and just how amazing his papa was, but as her fingers brush behind his ear, not quite touching, it was enough to making him catch his breath and his leg instinctively kicked like someone who had found the itchy spot on a dog. He Quickly leaned his head away, bluching and to distract from the awkward situation, he demanded an adventure.
“Like a TARDIS? And all right. I have a lunch date with my mother tomorrow, though…”
He grinned as he stuffed another cupcake into his mouth, but actually managed to swallow this time before speaking. "That's fine! I'll have you back before you even leave!" he chirped.. And then paused thrying to work out the statement in his head. If she got back before she left, would that mean she hadn't actually left ooorrrrr.. His eyes went cloudy as if trying to wrap his head around that was too much for his synapses.
She laughed as his leg kicked, but decided not to mention it. Rina put her hands behind her back, listening to him carefully and watching as he stuffed himself with another cupcake. He really was quite adorable – like a puppy that hadn’t been fed and was starved for attention. Rina reached over and ruffled his hair again as his eyes clouded over in confusion. Oh yes, he was definitely a puppy.
“Well,” she laughed, removing her hand from his hair. “As long as you have me back in time to meet my mother for lunch.” She went beside him after putting up the rest of her cupcakes and took his hand, leading him out of the bakery. She shut the door and locked it, pocketing her keys. “Lead the way,” she said, holding out her arm for him to hook his through, though the height difference probably would make it awkward.
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