a little cup of italia {lyndee}

[BENNIE MONTAINE]

Sometimes, Bennie Montaine missed Europe. Though she took a trip there last summer, as she does every summer, and she did love New York City, homesickness struck her sometimes and she had to go someplace that reminded her of home. For some reason, Pipin' Hot Tea did just that, so she often stopped there before or after some of her classes. She enjoyed the little cafe and the pink haired woman that ran about there, though she had managed to escape her interrogations thus far. There was something familiar about her face, but she couldn't place it...

Today, she decided, she was going to find out where she knew her from, and attempt to try and talk to her if she wasn't too busy. She simply had to know! It had been bothering her ever since she discovered the cafe and all it's wonder.

When she walked into the cafe, it was almost totally empty. She looked around, shocked, as she had never seen it this quiet before. The pink-haired girl was nowhere in sight, either. Though, she had to be here! She was always here! Maybe it was because she didn't have a lot of customers to talk to, or maybe she was on break. Still, it was weird to see the place this quiet, with only one old man in a table in the corner reading a book with big glasses. Bennie wondered if she should try and make conversation, then decided against it. He was in the middle of reading, after all, and she'd hate to spoil anything for him...

Well, anyways, she sat down at a table near the counter and poured over the menu, wondering what to order. She had a usual, of course, but she wanted to do things differently today. She had even come early in case she got a chance to talk, and had about an hour before she had to leave for class. Hmm, what to get... Looking over the Italian names of the coffee made her begin to think in Italian, and remember all her lessons and visiting Italian cites like Venice and Milan. Ah, she really did miss Europe. Lei era veramente nostalgia di casa.

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{outfit of italian speaking wonder}
{google translate is our friend but the last line says 'she really was homesick}
{also i kind of just started this out of the blue so if i need to change anything let me know}

[LYNDEE PRIEST]

The café was dead.

D E A D.

Lyndee didn’t know what to do. She understood that it wasn’t prime tea drinking time, but that didn’t mean her café should be dead. There should always have been at least three people in her café, drinking tea or nibbling pastries or reading their books. At least three. There was only one person in her café right now. One. Admittedly, he was a lovely old man who had been reading the same book for almost three months now. It was a very large novel, though, and his eyesight wasn’t what it used to be. Lyndee happily gave the man free refills whenever he let her (which wasn’t often, he insisted on paying). It was mostly so she’d have an excuse to go back out front. She didn’t want to look silly, going out there for no reason.

So, when the little bell above the front door rang, Lyndee all but leapt out of her chair, dropping her pen, crossword puzzle completely abandoned. A customer! Smoothing out her apron, Lyndee made a set up a small plate of sample pastries. She was so eager to finally have someone to talk to, she might as well bring them something to snack on while they either perused the menu or had to listen to her go on and on about something trivial. She bumped the door open with her hip, giving a brief glance into the back of the tea shop, glancing around for the new arrival. Lyndee recognized the girl. She’d been here before but it wasn’t just that. There was something about her face that Lyndee found familiar, that she always had recognized.

She hadn’t had time to ever sit and converse with the girl, but now as the perfect time. Smiling widely, reaching up quickly to make sure her wig was on right, Lyndee hurried over to the girl. She’d picked the very best spot to sit, too. At least, Lyndee had always thought tables by the counter were the best. It was the best place to get in line right away, among many reasons. Pulling out the chair across from the girl and sitting down without asking, Lyndee set the plate down in the middle of the table. “Ciao!

” Lyndee hadn’t meant to slip into Italian, but it was so easy sometimes. Lyndee hoped the girl understood she was saying hello and not goodbye; Lyndee was constantly surprised by how many people got confused over her greeting them in such a way.

“I’ve seen you here before. We’ve never actually talked. I’m Lyn.[/color]” She’d grown used to introducing herself like this by now. She was Lyn to her customers at the teashop. Only the staff called her Lyndee, if they so pleased, and only when they weren’t in the presence of any patrons. Though if Lyndee knew this girl like she thought she did, she would certainly let her know her full name. Lyndee had never gone by Lyn before she opened the shop so it was highly unlikely that this girl would know her as such. “Are you alone today?[/color]” It should have been no surprise that Lyndee’s next question was regarding the girl’s possible company. She was much too pretty to not have a boyfriend -- or at least any suitors.

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