Chapter 395: Arc 6, - 11: Heart of the Matter
She kept looking back to the hands of her watch ticking away. This much coffee could not be bad for a person, could it? Wait, how many cups has she had?
Blanking on the number, Fumeko fluttered her lashes till she regained some clarity. The noises of the other café goers filtered into her ears and she glanced to the awning she was under. Propping up her arm on the glass table, she sighed and rested her chin on it.
Posters detailing safe evacuation methods were plastered on the glass of the café—the tape still fresh. Finally, Fumeko heard heeled footsteps along the bricks. "Tiffany," she got up.
The blonde in question had arrived, dressed to the nines as usual and in splendorous makeup. "Time has been unkind to oneself and as such, apologies to mine paramour for the delay," she curtsied in greeting.
Fumeko pursed her lips and took a deep breath as she took a glance at her attire. "It’s fine; sorry I ordered first," the next finished cup of coffee was taken away by the waitress.
"Seek not forgiveness, for thou hath been forgiven the moment thine endearing lips bore thine voice~" she smiled with a hand angled under her chin.
"..." Fumeko palmed her own face. "Will you sit down? I said we needed to talk..."
"Hm," Tiffany’s demeanour shifted before both took a seat. "One such as I strays far from being unmindful; what ails thee? The happenings and affairs of this fair city?"
"That’s been on my mind, a lot, but that’s not why I called you here," the brunette’s eyes darted to the right while her fingers fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Then pray tell mine paramour. If tis secrets thou wish to keep, impart them into mine ethereal ears and the void shalt be thine only witness," her bluish-grey eye tried to meet the other’s gaze.
"Paramour..." Fumeko mumbled under her breath. "Could you not call me that? It’s making this harder," she winced.
"O-okay..."