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While he waited for Shizuka to bring his espresso and Lucille's muffin back from the kitch, he watched his daughter's personal magician perform some neat tricks, although he was a bit worried about how she'd react when Zac told her he wouldn't be able to do what she wanted. For now, it seemed like he was rolling with the punches and trying to impress her with something else. When his waitress did return, she placed the espresso and muffin in front of him. He smiled gratefully to her and took a sip of the delicious smelling substance.
It was a bit bitter, but it wasn't bad. He didn't feel it necessitated sugar or creamer though.
"Hey, Shizuka, I feel like I've seen you somewhere else. What else do you do besides work here?" Al suddenly asked the dark haired waitress, trying to make some small talk.
His blue eyes flew up to her, full of curiosity. He was fairly sure he'd seen her at school, but he didn't want to assume. For all he knew, he might just be mistaking her for someone else.
"Also, this espresso isn't half bad. I usually drink tea though. It's what helps me relax." he inquired.
Meanwhile, Lucille was still engaged in Zac's performance. Her expression turned almost somber when he mentioned he couldn't perform the bag trick without the lady's permission. She was about to cry when he began to do something new. Her attention was grabbed when pulled out a mysterious device. She was immediately transfixed by it as she had never seen anything like that before. Somehow this man was able to put this device into a plastic bottle. Her mind cranked and she finally figured out with this guy really was. Her tiny legs walked up to him and she looked at him fiercely, with as much seriousness as a toddler could muster.
"I know what you are! You're a liar." she told him straight, although she thought she was speaking quieter than she really was.
"You're an alien, aren't you? That thing is a remote transpitoritor so you can fly home, isn't it?! And you've been using your alien techmolomies!"
Her expression became something between excitement and seriousness when she started pulling on his pant's leg.
"My daddy watches these weird alien shows so I know allllll about you guys! You can come stay with us and we can have tea parties until you know how to be a man!"
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It was a bit bitter, but it wasn't bad. He didn't feel it necessitated sugar or creamer though.
"Hey, Shizuka, I feel like I've seen you somewhere else. What else do you do besides work here?" Al suddenly asked the dark haired waitress, trying to make some small talk.
His blue eyes flew up to her, full of curiosity. He was fairly sure he'd seen her at school, but he didn't want to assume. For all he knew, he might just be mistaking her for someone else.
"Also, this espresso isn't half bad. I usually drink tea though. It's what helps me relax." he inquired.
Meanwhile, Lucille was still engaged in Zac's performance. Her expression turned almost somber when he mentioned he couldn't perform the bag trick without the lady's permission. She was about to cry when he began to do something new. Her attention was grabbed when pulled out a mysterious device. She was immediately transfixed by it as she had never seen anything like that before. Somehow this man was able to put this device into a plastic bottle. Her mind cranked and she finally figured out with this guy really was. Her tiny legs walked up to him and she looked at him fiercely, with as much seriousness as a toddler could muster.
"I know what you are! You're a liar." she told him straight, although she thought she was speaking quieter than she really was.
"You're an alien, aren't you? That thing is a remote transpitoritor so you can fly home, isn't it?! And you've been using your alien techmolomies!"
Her expression became something between excitement and seriousness when she started pulling on his pant's leg.
"My daddy watches these weird alien shows so I know allllll about you guys! You can come stay with us and we can have tea parties until you know how to be a man!"
@Stern Algorithm @Daxam