[@Write][@Plank Sinatra]

[b]Gratia Mindaro - Café[/b]

"[color=66cd00]Mama?[/color]"

"[color=9ACD32]Yes dear?[/color]"

Onyx eyes turned away from the table where her team members were sitting, focusing instead on the white-haired figure who appeared to be looking away. She would need to change her plans. That was irksome. It was a damper on her mood, and she could feel her smile dimming.

"[color=66cd00]Go on ahead,[/color]" said Gratia Mindaro as she began to make her way towards her new target. "[color=66cd00]I need to take care of something.[/color]"

"[color=9acd32]Do you want me to order you something?[/color]"

"[color=66cd00]Mocha. Five sugars.[/color]"

With that flat response, the ponytailed Mistralese teenager was already closing in on Bianca, her expression schooled into her usual stoicness as the smile that once sat there flattened out.

"[color=66cd00]Nuit,[/color]" she flatly announced in a tone that brooked no argument, stopping behind her former teammate. "[color=66cd00]Behind the café. Now.[/color]"