[Voula Asteria]

Voula hated being back in the London area. It was too fucking cold, even when it was summertime, like it was SUPPOSED to be now. She'd go back to Greece but she still wasn't sure how her relationship with her parents was after she'd left them two years ago after the man they'd wanted her to marry had mysteriously dissappeared. Her brother told her she could come back, but she was still skeptical.

Anyways, none of that mattered except for to illustrate how inappropriately Voula was dressed for the somewhat muggy London afternoon. She liked wearing dresses, and she was a witch... why the hell SHOULDN'T she wear what she thought should be considered a summer wardrobe at all times? A simple warming charm took care of the chill, and there's no point in lying, she loved the fact that she got more attention than all the other women walking around in their trenches and sweaters to guard against the draft.

Of course she also looked slightly out of place, but then again most supermodels did when they were out mingling with the regular people. Thankfully most of the work Voula did was runway, so she didn't get singled out a lot, but regardless of that she looked fucking amazing and people were definitely paying attention to her as she walked to a small cafe on the corner, sitting down at one of the outdoor tables and lighting a cigarette. She wanted toast and coffee, but wanted to take her time with it and people watch to be honest, which is why she didn't go out of her way to see if there were any waiters around, or if there even WAS a wait staff here. For all she knew, she would have to go inside and order something... for now though she was in it for the ashtray.

[Sébastien Moreau]

For someone that had been working not only his nightjob - yes, he worked part time in a bar, on top of everything else - but also his usual waiting gig, and hadn't slept in a good thirty six or so hours, Seb was unusually chipper. Not that that was hard. If he wanted to pay his bills, he had to work, and besides which, it wasn't as though either job required any real thought from the boy. Coffee, tea, scones, or absinthe, vodka and peanuts ... it was generally all the same as far as he was concerned. And he knew that by the end of that day he'd have paid his rent, and all his bills, and still have enough left over to be able to buy some food. What wasn't to like?

So it was, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain black tee and a white apron, that he approached the brunette that had flounced up to the table outside the cafe. In truth, she looked rather more like she ought to be somewhere nice, California maybe - not that he'd ever been, but it seemed like somewhere she might fit in - not walking around grubby ol' London when it was horribly cold. He was, for the record, always cold, no matter how warm the weather got, so as it happens, the sun could've been blazing and he'd have had goose pimples and slightly blue lips.

And it was for that reason, that as he approached her table, dying for a cigarette himself if the truth be known, he couldn't help a playful grin and a "What can I get for you today? Tea? Coffee? A jumper, perhaps?" because she obviously wasn't cold, but by all means she ought to have been. Especially considering how skinny she was and such. He also had to wonder at where her escort was, because seeing a beautiful girl wondering around dressed so scantily on her own was something of a rare sight. Ugly ones wearing not enough clothing were ten to the dozen, however, rather unfortunately.

[Voula Asteria]

Voula looked up at the waiter that had approached her, actually pushing her sunglasses - that for some reason she felt the need to wear even though there was no sun - up so she could get a better look at him. There was no effort made to hide the fact that she was checking him out and very impressed by what she'd seen, but she stuck to the conventional for the moment.

Coffee and a front row ticket to watch you walk away.

She answered, meaning she wanted to look at his ass, not that she wanted him to go away from her. No. It was so rare nowadays that she came across an actual good looking piece of man meat that she was going to appreciate it whether it made them uncomfortable or not.

Oh! And a side order of your company while I drink if that's alright with your boss.

And this time Voula flashed an innocent smile his way, not wanting to look like a total creeper or anything. Come on though, who WOULDN'T want to spend time with her when the alternative was waiting on Frumpy McFrumperstein and his whiny wife?

[Sébastien Moreau]

It would take a hell of a lot more than a gorgeous girl checking him out to make Seb uncomfortable. In fact, gorgeous girls - and not so gorgeous girls, as it happens - were how he made his tips into some seriously usable money. Casual flirting was like second nature to him, anyway, mind you, and the fact that she was obviously, more than obviously, interested in him was only further serving to help his current good mood. He was tired, it was true, and currently surviving on gross amounts of coffee, cigarettes, and maybe a sneaky shot of vodka or two here or there, and it was starting to show on his face a little. But he was still hott. Because, you know, he was born sexy.

He laughed as she made her order, not bothering to write it down because it was pretty much dead at that moment in time anyway. "That's going to cost you double." He informed her, obviously joking, as she demanded he keep her company. Not that he minded in the least, which was more than apparent from the fact that he promptly disappeared inside - probably waggled his ass for her a bit while he was at it, too, because Seb had a really nice ass - before reappearing a minute or so later with a tray containing a black coffee with a small jug of milk, and a sugar bowl, and all that fun stuff.

He set it down in front of her, flashed an unwittingly charming smile, and then threw himself down in the chair opposite. His boss rarely minded, being the kind of laid back guy that understood that the tips Seb made from flirting were often the difference between his making rent and not - and besides which, as long as he served the next lot of people to come in, it'd be fine. "So what's a beautiful girl doing in a place like this?" He drawled, and it wasn't actually a chat up line shockingly, more pure curiousity. As he looked at her, he extracted a packet of European slims and a lighter out of his pocket and lit up, looking almost relieved for a second as he exhaled the smoke.

[Voula Asteria]

No worries, I'm loaded.

Voula called after him as she watched him sashay back into the cafe, and yes, we're calling it a sashay. Knowing that it was done for her benefit added to the novelty of it all and she found herself smiling as she waited for him to return with her coffee. It wasn't that she'd been in a bad mood before arriving, but she'd certainly seen better mornings. She blamed it all on the weather, it was utterly impossible to enjoy oneself when it was cloudy out.

Voula sat up and put her cigarette out as he came back over with her coffee, her entire demeanor brightening somewhat as she saw the pot of caffiene coming towards her. Being in the profession she was in, she practically lived on coffee and cigarettes. Not really good for her singing career, but luckily she hadn't decided to focus all her energy on that just yet.

I came here for the weather, can't you tell? It's gorgeous out!

She teased as she poured milk and four sugars into her coffee. What? She had a sweet tooth! Stirring it all together, she took a sip and smiled as it slightly burned the back of her throat. She loved that. Placing the cup down, she leaned back in her chair and focused on the specimen sitting across from her, taking in the cigarettes he smoked and other small details that we're too tired to mention.

You must want to kill yourself having to work on a day like this. You should be up on the roof sunning!

I know it sucked, but I left the response too long and hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me.