Kind of rude. Self-sufficient. Tough. Strong-willed. Doesn't like to take shit from anyone. Will risk to fight for her morals, but not a hero. Vengeful. Spiteful. If someone does her wrong, she /makes/ them regret it. Lonely. Afraid. Soft. Cares strongly for those dear to her and will protect them at all costs - also her weakness. Loves music, creating, her sibling, a good cup of tea, bad puns, and...long walks on the beach.
Now who could this be? They certainly sound like an absolute knucklehead, and she had little tolerance for that. And besides, who describes themselves as ‘Lonely, Afraid, and Soft’ while also saying they’re ‘tough, vengeful, and spiteful.’ It sounded more like they need to take better care of themselves, rather than trying to impress her. Still, she was curious and had dealt with worse.
<<I would not date you, but I would not be opposed to a single date. Teatime.>> Perhaps her opinion would change, but only if she knew who this was. It’s rather hard to date a phantom.
Tea. She wouldn’t know enough about that to comment, her tastes were not as refined as other nobles. She paused at the question that came after, glancing to the side. There was much that she had to think on, but decided upon her answer with a nod. There was a great deal of cooking she did for herself, if she did not enjoy home cooking…
Her eyes trailed towards the gentleman behind the corner, catching his eyes. It was as though gravity itself seemed to draw his attention to her, causing him to turn not a moment after she looked up. He nodded and meandered over with a pen and pad, placing it upon the table. <<Two grilled cheese sandwiches. Ice water.>>
Her script flowed neatly, refined and contained, yet moving at an incredible pace. Her fingers fished a few coins from the folds of her clothes, dropping them atop the pad with little fanfare. “That’ll be all then?” She only nodded in response to the inquiry, a small, grateful smile on her features.
Aimee peered at the other woman curiously, as she held up her notepad towards the server. Oh, so she was mute…that would explain her lack of response. Not that it bothered her. She just hadn’t met anyone with really any sort of disability. Everyone accepted into The Society was perfect and nothing less, while her and all of her colleagues in the Alliance were subject to a number of tests to pass as a “capable” officer.
But humans were humans, and people were people. A disability or a flaw did not change that. A concept that The Society had a difficult time grasping…
“And may I have an Earl Grey tea with light cream, please?” Aimee chirped, eager to have a piece of familiarity and comfort.
The waiter nodded in acknowledgement, jotting down her request before heading into the kitchen.
“So, what do you usually do in your free time?” The merc asked, reaching her hand out to fiddle with the corner of her table napkin. It had definitely been a while since she had a normal conversation that wasn’t about her line of criminal work.
