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[@Musoka][@Morte Angelis]

As the man stood to take the microphone to sing alongside Solenne's strumming, Mia grinned, even though it faltered slightly at the slight shift in his demeanour. His movements and gestures were closer to swaggers, purposeful, perhaps even predatory, but less benign than Mia would have supposed. She shrugged it off, and slipped quickly away to the counter before returning to the table where the blonde girl sat, and sliding a plate of cheesecake onto the tabletop. [color=6ecff6]"As promised, it's on the house,"[/color] she said to the girl, with a grin. For a moment, she crossed her arms to stand next to the blonde, gazing thoughtfully at the front of the cafe, where their soulmates performed side-by-side.

Later, Mia had to return to work. She caught the faint thread of conversation between Delilah and Solenne, and peering over to catch Solenne's shutter-quick glance at her direction, she smiled downwards at the countertop she worked, wondering how on earth she had gotten so lucky.

And then the day drew to a close, and the sun began to set, painting strange colours and hues over the sky outside. The evening crowd coming in for a last crash of caffeine to burn the midnight oil was slowly but surely trickling out, and with them left the ticking minutes of Mia's shift. She swiftly packed the cafe up, moving with a practised smoothness that comes with having performed the routine several times before. Occasionally, her eyes would glide to Solenne, who had stayed to put the chairs away. Once again, fortune filled her heart, where there was almost certainly a place carved for him, the man who lingered hours upon the first day of their meeting. Everything was going so well, so evenly without hitch or hiccup, that Mia could not help the niggle of worry somewhere between her eyes that in the smooth run of rope, there would appear an impossible tangle or knot. 

She emerged from the kitchens - having said goodbye to their chef - without her apron, with a bag slung loosely across her front, to see Solenne perched on the countertop. Quietly she crept forward, until she could slip her arms around his middle and her cheek was pressed against his back. [color=6ecff6]"So you've seen me at my mundane job,"[/color] she said, the smile audible in her voice. [color=6ecff6]"You really didn't have to wait this long for my shift to end. It must have been deadly dull for you."[/color]

A question came to her then; one that had existed in her thoughts from morning, but hadn't quite precipitated to anything sure and solid in words until now. [color=6ecff6]"Solenne,"[/color] she said, voice level and conversational, [color=6ecff6]"how do you feed?"[/color]