maid with fire | charles & claire
•｡ ✧ Everything that burns is not always meant to end as ash; his memory of a a maiden with blonde hair and blue eyes remained alit in his mind since that day on the beach - but eventually, a fire dies down, and one must return to reality. Here he was about a week or so later - booked back to back with meetings on Leuda about the mining company and, later in the day, the Funland Foundation on Arcadia; nevertheless, working was his drive - his motivation - and what fanned the flame inside of Charles to move closer toward achieving his goals and exceeding his own expectations - but the thought of the striking young woman he encountered lingered in the back of his mind despite his efforts to rule it off as an isolated event. At the end of the day, he understood that relationships of any kind were merely obstacles in his path toward vengeance and power - he refused to let anyone get in his way or hurt him again; once bitten, twice shy.
With some availability for lunchtime, he elected to visit a café that he rarely - if ever - frequented; he attempted to reserve his business on Arcadia unless deemed necessary on this wretched island, but considering the circumstances of his day - as well as his hunger that revealed itself through a grumbling in his stomach - he swallowed his pride. Charles had heard through the grapevine about this café - dishes and drinks were quality and recommended by the local townsfolk and tourists - but there was also an unconventionality about it that made its presence distinct on the island. He figured that time was of the essence - it could not possibly be as bizarre as he imagined it.
Alas, upon entering the establishment, the sight of maid dresses scattering the café captivated his attention - and in an attempt to stifle his laughter, he also wished to stifle a familiar flame from reigniting as his eyes befell upon seas of blue; however, her pink uniform that resembled cotton candy was comical enough to conjure up some ideas to make this meal a little more enjoyable.
“Good afternoon, fair maiden.” Charles spoke up from behind her - standing tall with pride, adjusting his tie. “May I say that you are… quite the sight for sore eyes, C.”
The days had dragged on in a fog since the beginning of summer, and especially so after the event at Leuda’s beach. Claire had been going about her days as usual; tending to her farm, which was already blooming into a bountiful array of summer crops, and occasionally working at her sister’s cafe. During such dull afternoons, she would find herself thinking back on the striking man she’d met that day, who’s hair was aflame akin to her spirit. Though they talked much during the festivities, there was none other than a name that hung on Claire’s thoughts.
Despite multiple embarrassing occurrences that were all to do with her new uniform, she was no quitter. She had also made a bit of a name for herself with the customers, as certain people even liked when she chastised them or made a scene of crashing their plates down on the tables. It was a bit concerning, but at least Claire could act like herself, unlike the other maids who flit around the tables and were sweet enough to give her cavities.
It was such a listless day at the cafe. The blonde found herself staring at the delicately painted pink clock on the wall above her head, wiping the same glass over and over again as she counted the seconds. Tick, tock. Her mind wandered to that day; that man. The bell on the door did nothing to sway her attention, as her greeting was displaced among the other maids. Her thoughts were blinding, and she was sure her sister would find her daydreaming at any moment when -- a voice.
Claire whipped around, her long locks twirling with her and the glass nearly dropping from her hand at the sudden action. Her blue eyes locked on him, and she thought it may be someone else for a moment -- but his steel stare gave her certainty. She placed the glass on the counter in front of her, a surprising blush painting her cheeks with the use of the new nickname.Â
She had barely caught the humor he’d spoken, and a sweet smirk tugged at her lips. “You... Very funny.” She adjusted the maid headpiece she wore -- an accessory that came with more problems than not -- and leaned down into a partial curtsy. When she rose, Claire let her eyes linger on his suit and well-kept hair. A much different look than beach attire, but it fit his air well, and he was dashing as usual. “And may I say, I didn’t think this was your scene either -- I guess it’s true you adapt well.”
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