Oh dear. One of these types? Most of the otakus that visited the cafe had a bit of a ‘moment’ before settling in, but tears? This was new.
She smiles, approaching the customer with a spring in her step. Standing beside the blonde with both hands clasped behind her back, she tilts forward to peek at the other’s face.
“ Are we okay, mistress? ”
‘ Ah -------------------- ‘ she realizes , after the initial a w e has lowered to a mere simmer that tingled underneath her skin & made her bones dance with quiet excitement , that such a reaction towards the staff was most definitely uncalled for.
she schools her face the way she’s been taught. lines at the edges of her lips pulled & tucked in the most prim & proper fashion. she clears her throat & carefully tones her voice so it’s calm & orderly. ‘ oh yes. of course. this place is simply marvelous ! i was simply overwhelmed by how lovely this place is . . . & your outfit , simply darling. ‘ yes good florence keep up the good work.
