eden dire (spearmaiden) wrote in emillion, |
Eden didn’t know how Audrey knew so much about her, but wasn’t going to question it. It was a woman who’d been able to sneak past both of them and silently eat a whole plate of chocolate things. “Well, I like women too, but I’m with him right now,” Eden said looking over at the baker. She had completely missed the fact that Audrey was referring to René’s and not her sexuality. “Oh! I think I can totally catch your act in the second half of the show. Then all the cooking should be done. Did you get good seats?” she asked René. “They have to have given you good seats.” He was cooking after all. “And doesn’t everyone know her? She’s so pretty and her voice is so…” Her eyes might have sprung stars or hearts as she trailed off. “Did I miss her first performance already?” She said with a worried expression. ...Then René offered to let them lick the spoon. Really, she had somehow collected the sexiest man in all of Emillion. Sure it was only a deal, or so she kept telling herself, but she really was starting to like him a lot. That wasn’t good. “After you,” she said to Audrey. She’d just had a whole bowl full of the stuff...not that she didn’t want more. She kind of wanted to try the outside that went with it next. Audrey had raised her brows at Eden who was already divulging information she hadn’t really wanted to or needed to know. Her expression was quickly replaced by a smile and nods. It had then dawned on her, as it often did, that her best friend happened to be a very popular singer. There was no point in saving her fall from grace, as she turned to Eden. “You should hurry so you don’t miss anymore. She’ll be performing a play with Miles Baines.” Taking the spoon from his hand, Audrey grinned at the two and faded from sight. “Wait, Aud, I need tha—” But the ninja was already gone, along with his wooden spoon. He dropped the outreached hand with a small sigh and muttered, “She was supposed to help out.” René looked back to Eden and scratched at his cheek, smiling to complete the image of an apologetic boyfriend. “No. Well, I do have good seats, but it’s my job to stay here until the desserts have been all served, and that’s at the end of the show. I’m sorry I can’t watch it with you, but you can switch to those seats if they’re better.” He paused. “Oh, I won’t keep you until then. You can go back to the show whenever you want, there are some really good performances out there.” Truth be told, he might have an easier time finishing everything if Eden didn’t stay with him the entire time. Not that she was a hindrance or that he doubted her baking skills, but his eyes tended to drift toward her rather than what he was working on with his hands. “If you’re not going to stay for long though,” he said, tugging her closer into their hidden alcove of a kitchen corner, “mind helping me relax a little?” Eden devoured the information that was given to her about Ari, but in the next moment the ninja had blinked out of existence. "Weird woman..." she said to no one in particular. She then turned her attention to the man who was talking to her. She would have offered to help again if he hadn't continued to talk about the seats they'd given him. These were seats they'd given him were going to remain empty because he couldn't go out during the show because he was cooking here. Why did they give him seats at all? It would've been nice to watch the show next to him in the nice seats, in her nice dress. She thought about it and wanted to squeeze him as he tried to encourage her to go out. Before she could say anything, she found herself tugged into a dark corner. There was a slight gasp of surprise before she relaxed against him. "Here?" she said with a giggle. Biting her lip, she looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was around. "I think I can manage that." |