voor schaduwland

[fillegentille]

[She's waiting for Netherlands at a sidewalk cafe--one of those horribly overpriced tourist places; call it economic reprisal. And she's tapping her foot under the table and checking her watch, even though she came 15 minutes early to charm the waiter into giving her the best table possible. She only came out after the headband incident because he

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[schaduwland]

[he's exactly on time, almost to the second, and looks perfectly nonchalant in all the planning it must've taken to get there right then. He's not wearing his scarf because it's just not that cold, but he's wearing the coat. It makes him feel confident.]

[nods at her when he spots her, then sits down on the other side of the table.]

Hey.

[he's not nervous. Really. Okay he is, it's been a while since they'd lst seen each other and they didn't exacly part on normal terms.]

[fillegentille]

[looks up at him over her absolutely fascinating menu, then passes it to him. It's not cold, but it's not all that warm either, so she's very nicely bundled up on top. Just on the top. There's plenty of thigh to go around.]

[takes a sip from her cup of coffee] Bonjour.

[and she's not mad at him, she just wants to make him squirm. And he's squirming so nicely!]

[schaduwland]

[he glances at it, but his own thoughts keep distracting him.]

Nice place. [fuuuuck them prices he knows you did this in purpose, bitch]

[fillegentille]

Not at all! Only an American would come here. I thought it good enough for you.

[would those be thoughts of your sister]