<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/><br/><hr/><br/><em>♫ hey good girls, do you wanna<br/>just say, hey I wanna </em><br/><br/>The brakes on an adorable little electro-car chirped to a sudden stop as Emma parked illegally in the cafe lot. She had been driving for eight months now, and managed to infer an extra spot where there was none. Maybe she did these things on purpose, considering her vocation. There was not another food critic quite like her in the world, and indeed could not be outside of Venus' specific allowance. Most critics sampled food in its most optimal state. So far, Emma was the only critic who exclusively reviewed fare which had been spooged in and, some would say, ruined. Treating others badly, she'd found, helped tremendously with this endeavor.<br/><br/>Emma Q opened the door and updated her status.<br/>Stopping for breakfast at Milk Maids. Let's have a super great morning everyone!!!<br/><br/>As was only polite, she gave anyone following ten minutes to show. In between peeping in the cafe windows and taking in the sights on the corner, she people-watched. There was a young lady in an ill-fitting suit who looked to be about her own age. But she seemed miserable, and Emma's heart went out to her. A wardrobe makeover could do wonders for that girl's confidence. Emma waved, and as she watched for any kind of acknowledgement, that was when she noticed the bulge. Oh!<br/><br/>It felt much too soon for this to be one of her followers, but that could be anyone, anywhere in the city. She motioned an invitation for Sakurako to follow her inside. Just to be sure she wasn't misconstrued, she beckoned again with the cafe door gaping open.<em>Come on, don't be a stranger. </em>It hadn't been nearly ten minutes yet, but she stepped inside and chose a booth by the window where her distinctive curls could be seen. A laptop covered in stickers rest on the table beside her as she opened a menu and sang to herself in a vanishingly tiny voice.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><em>"♪ Familiarrrr, but not too familiar, not not too not familiar..." </em></span>