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[i]“Sorry…this must be a lot to take in…”[/i] said Solenne. Well, perhaps it was. Mia had had limited interaction with other species - had come across an elf once, in a chance encounter - and could not call herself an enthusiast when it came to learning the differences between kinds. But she found that she would be willing to learn all that there was to vampires, and this one in particular. 

Solenne rubbed the back of his neck, a hallmark trait of endearing awkwardness and humming nerves. [i]“But what of you? We’ve only been discussing me…and that’s not really fair. I’d like to know about you.”[/i] Here, Mia felt heat flush her cheeks with colour, and she tucked her chin in, laughing nervously. Her eyes flitted about the cafe, which seemed to be growing more packed by the minute.

[color=6ecff6]"Trust me, there's very little to learn,"[/color] she said, with one last chuckle. [color=6ecff6]"I have twenty years to your - what? - couple thousand?"[/color] Nonetheless, she reclined in her chair and began to muse. [color=6ecff6]"Well, I was born in Singapore two score years ago, I went to school, and lived a very regular life."[/color] [i]Boring, more like[/i], a voice murmured somewhere. But it was quickly shushed to nothing by Mia, who continued, [color=6ecff6]"And now I'm here, as a barista in this cafe."[/color] She gesticulated at the clinking sounds of ceramic cups against tabletops, the soothing soundtrack of her life now that she spent many an hour and day immersed in it. Her hand folded itself into her lap again. [color=6ecff6]"My parents didn't like my choices very much. Then again, they used to tell me not to get involved with boys until I was 30."[/color] The memory of trying to whittle the tally down with her parents - half in jest, half in terror that they would actually carry through with the policy - brought a laugh to Mia's lips, and she looked at Solenne with lips parted in breathless chortle.

[color=6ecff6]"My life is rather monotonous, really,"[/color] Mia admitted, apologetic for her averageness. [color=6ecff6]"But you're not as boring."[/color] Reaching across the table, she gently grazed the fringe of his coat sleeve, feeling its smooth surface slipping by her finger, pressureless in its touch. Solenne wore formal attire, dressed to the nines, looking as though he had stepped right out from a professional photoshoot. But it was curious apparel in this day and age. [color=6ecff6]"What do you work as? And what do you enjoy?"[/color] She was a firm believer the second question was just as - if not more - important than the first.