A Singer After Your Heart

Pseudo Mother Figure

What should she do? Should she say hello? Should she ask for her name? Should she say anything at all? Would that be weird or out of the blue? Was it not already terribly obvious that Kanaya had been staring glances at her? If it was, then there was only one word to describe her behavior: creepy.

Kanaya let out a quiet sigh in exasperation. Why was she letting herself get so worked up? She was just a pretty girl in a coffee shop—no big deal. Plus, she could already feel Vriska’s glares urging her to hurry up. She walked back, distractedly weaving through a few tables and chairs. She purposely approached the other woman’s table again, just to get another quick peek.

Of course, she should have known that was a bad idea. However, the notion did not occur to her until her hip bumped a book that sat at the edge of the table and knocked it to the ground. Kanaya stood there, feeling completely mortified and totally unsure if she should pick up the book or flee the scene.

"O-oh, no, that’s quite alright."

She’s blushing furiously, she can feel it, so she leans down to retrieve the book and replace it on the table, this time safely away from the edge. Anyone else and she would’ve sent them along with a glare and perhaps a bit of deadpan snark about the offender’s intelligence, but now she’s all fluster and reassurance? This is getting ridiculous, Lalonde.

"There, no harm done. Don’t worry about it."

Yet, despite her self-reassurances, Kanaya felt utterly humiliated. She really should have picked up that book after all. Wasn't it a bit rude to just stand there? Of course it was.

"Oh, well. That's good then."

It took everything she was capable of to not slap herself in the face. 'That's good then'? Of all things she could've said, she had to choose the one that made her look most like an idiot.

Kanaya shuffled away from the table as quickly as she could, making very sure not to walk into anything else on the way and sat back down at her seat. She ignored Vriska's questioning glances as she shielded her face with one hand and grabbed her cup with the other.

Until the woman walks past her to discard a handful of napkins in the garbage can, and Rose berates herself. Stupid, stupid, presumptuous and vain. A beautiful woman like that would have absolutely no interest in her, she’s just a strange and unsociable child, a stranger in a coffee shop. This woman won’t give her the barest thought once she’s out of view.

What should she do? Should she say hello? Should she ask for her name? Should she say anything at all? Would that be weird or out of the blue? Was it not already terribly obvious that Kanaya had been staring glances at her? If it was, then there was only one word to describe her behavior: creepy.

Kanaya let out a quiet sigh in exasperation. Why was she letting herself get so worked up? She was just a pretty girl in a coffee shop--no big deal. Plus, she could already feel Vriska's glares urging her to hurry up. She walked back, distractedly weaving through a few tables and chairs. She purposely approached the other woman's table again, just to get another quick peek.

Of course, she should have known that was a bad idea. However, the notion did not occur to her until her hip bumped a book that sat at the edge of the table and knocked it to the ground. Kanaya stood there, feeling completely mortified and totally unsure if she should pick up the book or flee the scene.

Evening Dress

Givenchy

1955

Formal evening gowns were an essential part of a society lady’s wardrobe in the 1950s. Sumptuously embroidered and accessorised with jewels, these gowns provided a glittering show at receptions and balls, the opera or the theatre. Some were specially commissioned for a specific occasion and worn only once, whereas others bear evidence of alterations.  

Maybe she was looking because she thought her strange, the pale little girl by herself with a book.

Kanaya's eyes darted around the table as Vriska rambled on and on, desperately trying to find an excuse to at least walk by. She found her chance when Vriska announced that she was too lazy to throw away her napkins.

When the other girl's eyes seemed to flicker, Kanaya turned back to see a rather peeved Vriska, gazing at her in impatience.

"Uh, yes," she said, disconcertedly. "You're probably right."

This is the issue with being so well-read, Rose thought to herself wryly, eyeing the book in front of her. She’d realized, upon glancing over the syllabus, that she knew half of the assigned readings well enough that they bored her but not well enough to dicuss them at the level the professor expected—thus her dilemma. She could probably recall enough to get by and bullshit the rest, but…she sighed and sat back, taking a sip from her au lait and cracking the book open. Might as well do this right.

She was thoroughly disinterested before she made it halfway into the first chapter, which is why she looked up when the cafe door opened. Strange, not many people knew the place, as it hadn’t been open long, and it was too late in the afternoon for the few people who wandered in around lunch…

Eventually they had stopped so that Vriska could open a door. Kanaya looked up at the sign that hung above the establishment. 'Vantas Cafe.' it was called. She had not heard of it before, but to be fair, she was new. She stopped the door with her hand as Vriska walked in. She didn't remember Vriska mentioning that they would be stopping at a coffee shop, especially not in the afternoon which was, admittedly, odd. Nevertheless, Kanaya shrugged and strolled in, letting the door swing closed behind her.

I Apologize I Think That Might Be Me

However I Will Admit That The Prospect Is Actually Rather Appealling

8OOOOOOOORIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!

God, I get that everyone’s 8usy sometimes, 8ut we’ve all gone completely dead silent!!!!

Well, anyway, not that anyone’s gonna 8other with this, 8ut I’m gonna 8e hosting a girls’ night pretty soon. All girls are welcome to join. 8ring some food too!!!! I’ll 8e supplying some pizza and sodas, 8ut that’s not gonna 8e enough for the whole night!!!! 8ring some movies and games you guys wanna play, too.

Pro8s gonna 8e this weekend or something.

Oh, also, Karkat can come too. 8ut no other guys.

Just Karkat.

However I Will Admit That The Prospect Is Actually Rather Appealling

Someday you’ll pack a bag and the two of you will saddle up and ride out at dawn and spend the day exploring the trails and talking and laughing and maybe eat lunch by the river and not see a single other soul until you come back well after dark. You’ll have her all to yourself and you don’t care if that’s selfish because sometimes you just do not want to share.

How wonderful it would be to ride next to Rose. To reach out and hold her hand as you go; surprising her with a kiss on the cheek as your horse bounds up next to hers.