Her lips pursed when he paid for it. "It's not fair that you've always paid so far." And she could afford ice cream. Really. Even if after a day like today, it didn't look too well on the holding her job front. "Not that owing you is a bad thing, but it's kind of uneven, isn't it?"
Lotte led him lead her to the table, ice cream in hand. It took her a moment to sit down, stabbing her ice cream with a spoon before looking up. "Not very well," she said, simply. It could have been a lot worse - she knew that by now and had been thankful for it. But one couldn't call it good either. "A man from my story found me and he's...persistent. He took me down to the catacombs with him."
She paused, before leaning forward. "Ever hear of the Phantom of the Opera?"