Mihiel Reims

Normally his witty remarks would have resulted in the end of the conversation, yet here they still were. More importantly, Mihiel had just been ordered around, what a funny little twist, “I have the feeling that even if I don’t listen you’ll still persist.” 

Putting on an innocent little smile he found a seat and made himself comfortable, “Dime cariño, what exactly are we fighting about again? I forgot…” He cocked his head to the side and looked at her with amusement that was teetering on annoyance.

Her eyes narrowed on him more as she listened to him. She wasn’t in the mood to play games with him yet, that seams like all he wanted to do right now. Letting out a small sigh she waited a moment before relying to him. “Vete a la mierda.” She pressed. 

Her eyes narrowed as she listened to him. “Callate y escucha.” Lydia replied as she looked at him. She was tired of him telling her to shut up so now was the time he was going to listen to her. 

“Depends. Are you going to listen or should I stop wasting my breath?” 

Normally his witty remarks would have resulted in the end of the conversation, yet here they still were. More importantly, Mihiel had just been ordered around, what a funny little twist, “I have the feeling that even if I don’t listen you’ll still persist.” 

“It’s Christmas Eve, not the resurrection of Jesus… Can I just go home already?“ 

Sophiana placed her hands on her lap, watching the other speak to her like he was somehow better than her. No one sat there and ran their mouth to her unless they wanted to fight. And then that snarky smile just hit a nerve with her that made her try to resist standing up.

“Right, because you have it. Patience. I’m sure there are things out there that would make you out to be a hypocrite, but no. Instead this is your opportunity to be a hero, ‘stand up for what’s right’, and deliver such a stupid, grandiose speech, like who the fuck are you?” she plasters a smile on her face as she clasps her fingers together, “Although I’m amused, I’m simply not in the mood to deal with your ass, too. These people take their time with everything. How do I know? Well, working at the Daily Spread and being just a step up from an errands girl—yes I got promoted—I work with them. So, before you start assuming that I prance around acting like a princess, stop by the train station, bus stop, or simply go get some coffee at 9 am when you come back, babyboy.”

Turning around once more he pursed his lips, the corners of which were still upwards, "You're completely right." He gave a slight nod, tilting his head to the side and slowly eyeing her from her feet to her fiery hues, "I can get a little bit impatient in bed..." He gave a shrug, "I'm pretty impatient when waiting for a drink..." He ran a hand through his hair, gaze still lingering on her, "But the difference between you and I is that I'm not afraid to admit I'm a hypocrite. Hell, I'm the biggest one I know. I preach but don't follow. I scold but misbehave -- take it as you will. At the end of the day I know I'm flawed and I can still sleep sound." He pushed his bags into the scanner, briefly turning around to smile at the attendant taking care of his scan.

He couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips at the sound of her pet-name, "Mmm," He turned around, "I think I like the sound of that." He continued, not at all phased by what he assumed was suppose to be a bit of a put off or blow, "I'll be your babyboy if you'll be my doll." He sent her a wink before laughing lightly. He was completely unabashed by how forward and somewhat flirty he was being while in public.

"So because you work with someone, make an honest living, it suddenly gives you the right to berate anyone who isn't up to par with you?" Mihiel could only arch a brow as he tsked, "Oh, doll, have I got news for you..." He shook his head, "Ever worked the fields in California under scorching sun, that slowly burns your skin, sweat entering your eyes to the point you have to use your ration of water to wash off your face and continue working, trying to fill a cart of lettuce in under three hours? And once that one fills up you go onto another cart. Come lunchtime your hands are tired and bleeding, trembling slightly but your muscles already used to the labor.  And so on until the stars are almost visible in the sunset and you're told you can finally go to bed. So you shuffle home where you're living with twelve other people, and their kids, who also worked on those fields doing similar jobs." He sighed and fell in the seat next to hers, straddling the back of her seat with his arm, "Ever struggled to pay off debts and saving up enough to pay for school fees, while watching your family starve because although they have a house to call their own, that alone doesn't pay the bills. Because I have." 

He looked intently at the stranger, an amused glint in his eyes, "Sweetheart, you're not a complete princess, but you're still privileged. You still get to complain about how unfair it is to take a plane that's delayed. I'm no prince charming, I'm not without my faults, and yeah I'm upset that my flight is delayed, because if it were up to me, I'd have that plane up and running by now so I can get my business over with, but this is real life. And real life sucks sometimes, doll." He pushed himself up from his seat and clapped his hands together, "But y'know what? Next time I take a bus or train, I'll think about you fondly." He smirked, his words having more than just one meaning.

His brows furrowed before one slowly arched, "Somebody's rather curious." Mihiel tended to be an open book about most things, but there was always something about people asking him loaded questions that seemed to make him reconsider his fowardness on his life. Pursing his lips he cocked his head and smirked, "You are aware curiousity killed the cat right?" He eyed the young woman before him with an intense focus, "I'm Mihiel Reims, of the Reims family." that was such an odious title. Christ knew there was a reason he never said it out loud or even spoke his last name unless it was for an interview. "I'm a New York Times best seller. I'm a virgo, and I enjoy long walks on the beach..." the sarcasm that begun to drip at from his words could have drowned the room, "Honestly doll, if you want to know about me just go on the internet. It's all on there." He sighed, walking to his liquor cabinet and taking out some cognac.