like a child left unattended in a candy shop, villanelle was absolutely in her element. sure, there was that nagging, underlying reminder that she was somewhere that she absolutely didn’t belong, but that voice in the back of her mind, the logical and self-aware one? definitely not very loud or dominant throughout her life, and certainly not very loud right now. she was an opportunist at her core; the lavish life excited her. naturally, the quaint parts of this so-called good place bored her to no end, and the people made her want to tear her hair out, but this part? this was nice. colohuara was proving to be one of her favorite spots, with vibrant colors and paved walkways that reminded her of... something familiar.
dark, doe-like hues remained locked on the bite-sized dessert she was balancing between her fingers, her eyebrows knitted together in curiosity. brigadeiro, they told her. she liked the way that it rolled off of her tongue. she could feel a set of eyes on her, and it drew her focus away from admiring and examining the dessert, her eyebrows shooting up. “ what? ” she questioned skeptically, not used to gaining much attention here thus far. shifting her gaze between the dessert and the stranger, she suddenly nursed the dessert close to her chest in a possessive manner, “ i’m not sharing. ” the ex-assassin stated sternly, bluntly, expression unwavering. however, after a few beats, one corner of her mouth twitched upwards in the slightest, her gaze growing inquisitive. reading people was, after all, second nature to her. old habits died hard. “ have you ever tried it? ”