Vivienne almost felt bad for Alex, the way Brittany was treating the poor server, but she figured he'd be used to it; Brittany couldn't be the only caffeine addicted patron at this shop. Her eyes had locked onto his as she'd ordered, finding it only right to make eye contact, no matter how awkward she felt at the time. However, what she didn't notice was he'd been staring at her, and she'd been staring at him. It was a relief when he finally apologized and wandered off to make the coffee, Britt's hand smacking her arm lightly to get her attention.<br/><br/>"What was that??" she whispered, eyes pin-balling back and forth between the pair.<br/><br/>Viv just sort of shrugged, not really able to explain what it was...whatever<span style="font-style: italic">it</span>was...hoping that the conversation would naturally shift elsewhere, despite the perplexed facial expression on her friend's face. An inward grimace followed by a confused expression of her own took hold of her features, noting the change in Britt's face and sliding her gaze toward the rest of the store, her own eyes widening. A blush crept into her cheeks, before her eyes dropped, suddenly finding something on the table "very interesting".<br/><br/>As hard as she tried, she couldn't keep her eyes downward, feeling his gaze on her, and hearing what he said.<span style="font-style: italic">A-...Apologize?</span>Nonetheless, she slid over, allowing him more room. A comment lay just beyond her lips, wanting to remind him it was her fault for the instance anyway, that she should have been looking where she was going; A comment that never sounded.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Sebastian."</span><span style="font-style: italic">So that's his name...</span>Viv thought idly as her eyes slid up to Alex's in slight shock, her coffee mug's glass bottom hitting the table a bit harder than she'd expected.<span style="color: #4040FF">"Should expect you coddling up to every girl you see like sheâ€™s some sort of toy."</span><span style="font-style: italic">...What?</span>came her surprise, brow furrowed in confusion as, yet again, her gaze slipped to Sebastian.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4000">"Well arenâ€™t you in a lovely mood, and no I was in ordinarily paying for their drinks..."</span>She tuned out then, not quite understanding what was going on. There were snippets that still managed to register, like the use of 'fair maiden,' causing her eyes to take on a more perplexed spark. It was such an odd term to throw out, something she hadn't heard in conversation; only read in books.<br/><br/>A lull sort of came over the table, Vivienne's mind farther away than she realized with Brittany staring at her awkwardly. Blinking as a kick hit her shin along with a look from across the table, she let out a small sigh, shaking her head as she forced on a slight smile. "Sebastian," she started, tone slightly hesitant as she wasn't certain he'd want to be addressed as such or not. "You really don't have to do this. It was my fault I ran into you; Wasn't paying attention. You do-" Voice cutting off as yet another kick reached her, this time her other shin, she stopped talking to shoot Brittany a glare.<br/><br/>The glare went unseen, however, as Britt was wholly focused on Sebastian. "Apart from meeting you, nothing interesting has happened to her today. Why not tell us about yourself??" she asked, far too bubbly for Viv's liking.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4000">"But girls as far as interesting goes, I would be minuscule on the map ," Sebastian carefully watched his surrounding nearly seeming uninterested in their words, but none the less. " I like simple things , such as the wonderful taste of coffee, and a slight conversation. Don't get me wrong i know its old fashioned these days."</span><br/><br/>"Doesn't seem all that uninteresting to me," Brittany practically cooed, grinning over at Vivienne. "And, wouldn't you know...Viv feels the same way, don't you?"<br/><br/>Vivienne shot her a look, before glancing over at Sebastian. "Don't mind her...She's just hopped up on caffeine."<br/><br/>"No really! Vivienne doesn't do much. Just sits in her room, drinks coffee, reads, with the occasional conversation with me."<br/><br/>"So, if you only enjoy slight conversation, why come over to our table?" Vivienne suddenly asked, receiving a death glare from Britt.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4000">"Well , every other table is full of ," He wanted to say people that didn't matter to him. But those words wouldn't be even remotely understood by him, neither would the fact that he can hear them speak from where they sat, and none of the conversations seemed striking. <br/><br/>"Of ," His left eye winked at Vivienne even though she still glaring reminded him of dear Vaterina. "People that are by far not as stunning or intelligent as the both of you are. " His hands reached up behind his head in a leisurely way. Fact was he had sat still for far too long, if he stayed like that any longer , humans would be able to tell how non-human he was. Generally, he practiced moving or twitching a lot.</span><br/><br/>"Oh stop!" Britt said again, laughing and turning on her charm as she leaned forward. "You mean to tell me there's not one other person in here that's as stunning or intelligent as me? I mean, Us?"<br/><br/>Vivienne rolled her eyes, shaking her head again and scooting out the other side of the booth. "I have to go. I'm sure you'll be plenty happy with Britt as she's never wont for a topic to talk about. See you around." Sure, she liked Brittany well enough, but that was too much for her to deal with at the particular moment. Viv was tired, worn, and forcing a smile or any real emotion was too taxing to keep up. Scooping up her belongings, she gave a final nod to the pair and left, only stopping once to give money to Alex for her coffee.