It was a nice neighborhood to walk down the street in. People here probably did it for fun even though they had cars. They probably rode bikes around and stuff. Ren fantasized briefly about convincing Ruka to buy her a bicycle, but it would be a waste of time and money--even with a lock, it would be stolen. She was not the kind of person who could easily defend her things.
Given enough time here, she could just make another skateboard. She had done it in the past. She was very handy with tools, it was just a matter of finding tools. She was starting over from scratch now... She would probably miss her screwdrivers the most.
Ren enjoyed her cigarette as they walked, pretty blissed out and thinking about pancakes and diners and diner pancakes.
She froze, however, when they got the restaurant. It was definitely not a diner. It was... fancy. The name was in French... Le Chef Pâtissier. There were flowers and trellises and candles and very nice tables. There was a man in a very nice dress shirt, reading the newspaper.
This was almost certainly a place she was not allowed to be. She panicked a bit, wondering how to explain to a rich person that she would almost certainly be arrested for walking down the street across from a place like this.
No one was staring at her yet, which meant they might not have noticed her. A small miracle. Then Ruka waved at a waitress and oh no she was going to get into so much trouble.
But the waitress just sort of glanced over the two of them--mostly Ruka--and smiled and nodded. And Ren remembered she was in new clothes and new shoes and she had been scrubbed clean for two weeks by human traffickers. Other than how gaunt she was, she probably looked slightly close to normal.
Nervously, feeling like she was part of a great deception, she followed Ruka to one of the iron tables and sat down across from them. She sat stiffly, small in the large chair, and glanced around to try and look for cues as to how she was supposed to be have. In the end she just sort of settled for mimicking Ruka and hoping that worked.
She took a deep puff off her cigarette, hoping it would calm her down.
Smoking in a place like this felt weird. Existing in a place like this felt weird.
"It's... very nice," she said, trying not to sound like this was her first time being allowed to exist tangentially to a fancy restaurant with a French name. Would the menus be in French too, oh no, her French was soooo bad. She had never taken to it the way she had to Latin, to her "teacher's" infinite irritation.
But fortunately, when the waitress brought menus over--and Ren was terrified of the waitress, who, unlike Ruka, was probably aware of the Transient In Her Midst--they were in English. Mostly. There was some French, which was probably food names since she didn't really recognize the words.
The dollar amounts were whole numbers without any cent indications. This felt significant somehow.
She tried not to visibly panic at the prices. Her eyes traild down the menu, glazing over items like "Omelette Provençal, tomato confit, pistou, robiolina." She knew two of those words. Her eyes latched onto one item at the bottom of the menu. Lemon pancakes with fresh berries. Yes. She knew all of those words. She had never had lemon pancakes before, but she knew she liked lemons a great deal, and also pancakes a great deal.
There were sides she recognized as well, like "bacon Maison," though she didn't understand why it was house bacon or why it cost eight dollars. it must have been a lot of bacon. But if she was understanding correctly, she could almost certainly get pancakes and bacon. And eggs, although they were advertised as Two Farm Eggs Any Style with pommes de rôtisserie which she assumed to be an extremely fancy version of apples. They had to be, because otherwise there was no reason for two eggs to cost that much.
There was more fruit on this menu than she had expected.
She looked up at Ruka with wide eyes, wondering if there was a polite way of asking for them to order food so she didn't have to speak to the waitress and somehow betray the fact she did not belong here in the slightest.
Given enough time here, she could just make another skateboard. She had done it in the past. She was very handy with tools, it was just a matter of finding tools. She was starting over from scratch now... She would probably miss her screwdrivers the most.
Ren enjoyed her cigarette as they walked, pretty blissed out and thinking about pancakes and diners and diner pancakes.
She froze, however, when they got the restaurant. It was definitely not a diner. It was... fancy. The name was in French... Le Chef Pâtissier. There were flowers and trellises and candles and very nice tables. There was a man in a very nice dress shirt, reading the newspaper.
This was almost certainly a place she was not allowed to be. She panicked a bit, wondering how to explain to a rich person that she would almost certainly be arrested for walking down the street across from a place like this.
No one was staring at her yet, which meant they might not have noticed her. A small miracle. Then Ruka waved at a waitress and oh no she was going to get into so much trouble.
But the waitress just sort of glanced over the two of them--mostly Ruka--and smiled and nodded. And Ren remembered she was in new clothes and new shoes and she had been scrubbed clean for two weeks by human traffickers. Other than how gaunt she was, she probably looked slightly close to normal.
Nervously, feeling like she was part of a great deception, she followed Ruka to one of the iron tables and sat down across from them. She sat stiffly, small in the large chair, and glanced around to try and look for cues as to how she was supposed to be have. In the end she just sort of settled for mimicking Ruka and hoping that worked.
She took a deep puff off her cigarette, hoping it would calm her down.
Smoking in a place like this felt weird. Existing in a place like this felt weird.
"It's... very nice," she said, trying not to sound like this was her first time being allowed to exist tangentially to a fancy restaurant with a French name. Would the menus be in French too, oh no, her French was soooo bad. She had never taken to it the way she had to Latin, to her "teacher's" infinite irritation.
But fortunately, when the waitress brought menus over--and Ren was terrified of the waitress, who, unlike Ruka, was probably aware of the Transient In Her Midst--they were in English. Mostly. There was some French, which was probably food names since she didn't really recognize the words.
The dollar amounts were whole numbers without any cent indications. This felt significant somehow.
She tried not to visibly panic at the prices. Her eyes traild down the menu, glazing over items like "Omelette Provençal, tomato confit, pistou, robiolina." She knew two of those words. Her eyes latched onto one item at the bottom of the menu. Lemon pancakes with fresh berries. Yes. She knew all of those words. She had never had lemon pancakes before, but she knew she liked lemons a great deal, and also pancakes a great deal.
There were sides she recognized as well, like "bacon Maison," though she didn't understand why it was house bacon or why it cost eight dollars. it must have been a lot of bacon. But if she was understanding correctly, she could almost certainly get pancakes and bacon. And eggs, although they were advertised as Two Farm Eggs Any Style with pommes de rôtisserie which she assumed to be an extremely fancy version of apples. They had to be, because otherwise there was no reason for two eggs to cost that much.
There was more fruit on this menu than she had expected.
She looked up at Ruka with wide eyes, wondering if there was a polite way of asking for them to order food so she didn't have to speak to the waitress and somehow betray the fact she did not belong here in the slightest.
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