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Sitting by a table at the back of the restaurant, Amaryllis absentmindedly stared out the window, ignoring the looks she received from other patrons, stirring a sweating glass of iced tea. With magic sealed as an avenue of mass murder, the more nefarious individuals of the magical realm within Penrose had turned to simply stabbing people instead. It was bothersome and disgusting, but it was also to be expected. A long sigh seeped between her lips, and she pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning forward slightly to rest her chest against the table. Work never ended, and mundane murders only meant that it was out of her own expertise now.

Maybe she might as well just put on a cape and play as Batman? Maybe she shoulda wished for a secret base from those sisters too. And a transforming vehicle.

Amaryllis smiled. Nothing but flights of fancy. Her phone flicked out once more. She had come early to avoid a bad impression with the super sleuth girl, but it figured that she had come too early as well. And now everyone was staring. Ugh, feels bad to only purchase drinks and tell the waiters that kept gravitating towards her that she was still waiting for someone. Didn't help that other ladies were looking at her with vehemence and jealousy too. It wasn't like she was TRYING to grab their lovers' attention. Just that the last time she came to a restaurant with a 'full stealth' get up, the manager had called security on her. That had been an absolute joy. As the buxom girl stewed in her own thoughts, cutting the perfect image of a mysterious beauty waiting for a cruel lover who'd stood her up, a bowl of Caesar salad was placed by her table.

[color=778899][b]"Oh,"[/b][/color] the girl said, eyes flickering towards the waiter, [color=778899][b]"I, uh, didn't..."[/b][/color]

[b]"On the house, babe,"[/b] the waiter (as tanned and blonde as any beach boy) winked. [b]"Call me when you're tired of waiting."[/b]

[color=778899][b]"Uh..."[/b][/color] Amaryllis awkwardly drifted into silence, before spooning herself some lettuce, her face only slightly screwing up with the flavor of the dressing. Man, she didn't even [i]like[/i] salad, but it'd also be a waste of food if she just...let it sit, right? Wait, did this mean she was supposed to tip him afterwards? Actually, what the hell, he wasn't even the waiter that was assigned to her table!

...

Naturally, her eyes turned up again, in a manner that was unfortunately coquettish.

Yup, there were definitely more waiters heading in her direction, with more food items she never ordered.

As her Sword snickered in the bag she kept it in, Amaryllis simply hoped Sammy had a big appetite.
[@BrokenPromise]