<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Emma Qvigstad<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Free Use<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Gokkun<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sakurako<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Miss Q," she identified herself. "Emma Q." A stretch of silence followed as she smiled at Sakurako and took in the soft angles of her face, ruminating over the fashion trends that would best complement her and bring out the inner vivacious woman. Twice she seemed poised to speak, but allowed that quiet space to breathe. This girl did not seem to be the talkative type.<br/><br/>The finest, frothiest chocolate milkshake, locally sourced, arrived in a glass tall enough for two with a straw to spare. Emma was told her latte would be a while longer, and this seemed to please her rather than annoy. She claimed the application form and the pen before Sakurako could. "I'm putting myself down as a reference, how's that?" When she'd finished, and relinquished the rest of the form to Sakurako's care, there was Emma's name and number in girly curly script with hearts for dots and a smiley for posterity. "It might help, you know?"<br/><br/>Her laptop opened as Sakurako decided what to do next. Picasso-painted nails clacked on the keys as she typed up initial impressions of the place. Pinup chic, retro-sexy. Friendly staff, quick service. None of this really mattered until she got to the good stuff. "I'll be up front with you, before she brings my hot mess out. I'm Gokkun Queen Emma." Lacy froth with a rich, sinful aftertaste. That was good. She jotted that down. "That means I let strangers jism all over my tasty treats, and like, review that whole experience." She fiddled with her wristband. "It's weird, right? But that's life in Venus. Everybody comes here to scratch an itch. And you know, other than that, I'm a super normal girl. I just want the whole kitchen staff to nut in my morning coffee. Brr! Shivers."<br/><br/>And speak of the devil, it arrived before Emma on a platter streaked with pearly ropes, dripping from the decorative rim, foam annihilated with weapons grade goop. Emma gathered a drizzle on her stirrer and guided it back into the dangerously full cup. "I'm about to have my mouth full, so what's your deal?"