For Tina

[ladyliberty]

Amelia liked Starbucks. The smell, the taste, the sights-- she could almost always walk into a given Starbucks and, within half an hour, find a cute boy to buy her a frappucino. And the type of boy tended to be much less skeezy than the ones you'd find at bars that she couldn't get into anyway.

Today she sat nibbling on a biscotti, wings tucked carefully behind her back, glancing up whenever she beat her level of Candy Crush to scope out the prospectives.

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[inthefrenchstyle]

"Merci, mon ange," he says. Perhaps he could get an hour out of her before she had to take a break... After that well, he could turn his mind toward more... fun things.

[ladyliberty]

An hour? Jeezus, that's even longer than a class period. It isn't long before Amelia starts sagging again, fidgeting in her chair, absently scratching her head and shaking out her wings.

"What is an onj, anyway?" she asks idly.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis tries to ignore it for a while but it becomes rather impossible when she starts shaking out her wings.

"It means angel," he says a tad testily. "Now please try to hold still. It's difficult to paint a moving target."

[ladyliberty]

"I had a cramp," Amelia apologizes, trying to approximate her pose again. "I'm good now I swear."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Thank you," he says back, returning to painting again. With how much she fidgets, he's wondering if he can at least get a half hour out of her.

[ladyliberty]

Not likely, Francis.

Amelia takes a deep breath and tries her best to be still again for a moment. The whole painting gig, she's realizing, is much less romantic than she had imagined.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis tries- he really does, but the fidgeting is starting to become more of an irritation than a distraction.

"You're not used to sitting still are you?" he asks dryly as he looks up at her.

[ladyliberty]

"I try not to."

[inthefrenchstyle]

He tries not to sigh... he tries. But he does.

"Do you need a break?" he asks, hoping for a no but figuring it'd be a yes.

[ladyliberty]

Amelia tries not to jump at the offer. "Oh, can we?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Fine, fine," he says. How could he say no when she looks so eager to get up. He's still a gentleman after all. No sense in disappointing a lovely lady.

[ladyliberty]

Amelia eagerly jumps down from the stool, stretching down to touch her calves and spreading her wings as much as she can without banging into anything. After a moment she pops up again and approaches the easel.

"Can I see?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Watches her, amused but also admiring her body.

He moves to intercept her as she approaches. He was afraid she'd be discouraged if she saw how much he had done- it likely wasn't nearly enough to impress her or convince her to sit for him again. "No, no," he says. "Not until it's ready!"

[ladyliberty]

"Awwww..." she pouts. "So mean."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Leans in to give her a gentle peck on her lips.

"Not mean~ I just want you to see it when it's perfect. A drink then?" He offers her his arm.

[ladyliberty]

Amelia hums, crinkling the corners of her nose as he kisses her. "You certainly know how to be persuasive."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Well I certainly do my best to be dashing," he says. He takes her by the hand do try and lead her down the stairs.

[ladyliberty]

She allows herself to be led, following lightly after him. "Oh, you do a great job."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Glad to hear it." He brings her down to the kitchen. "Now then, would you like macarons?"

[ladyliberty]

"Oooh!" Amelia claps her hands together excitedly. "Those little cookie burgers?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis freezes. Cookie burgers....?

H-how utterly undigified! Macarons are nothing like that!!

"They aren't anything like burgers!" he protests. "They're not meat or bread and they don't even look like burgers!"

[ladyliberty]

"No they do!" Amelia holds up her hands as if gesturing with an invisible macaron. "They've got two little buns and then the icing-patty in between."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"....Icing patty...??" He shakes his head. "Non, non, non, you are mistaken. Pattys are... ground up flesh, nothing like the sweet sugar insides of a macaron."

Still, he takes out the macarons and puts them in front of her.

[ladyliberty]

"You're not some kind of vegan, are you?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"No! My point is simply that the two images are incredibly different!!"

He picks up a macaron and pushes it against her lips- Food distraction!