Padrino's Pizza place is a small restaurant in London, England. They serve pizza, sandwiches, and hamburgers. They have a number of drinks, both non-alcoholic and alcoholic. Come, eat, and enjoy! It's open until midnight, and opens at 11 am.
Upon deciding to go out for lunch, Padrino's Pizza Place was the first thing to come to mind - probably because he was craving pizza - and so that's where he ended up. He sat down and started looking through the menu, trying to decide what he wanted topping-wise.
Deciding to grab a quick lunch before her next interview, Tshepo made the choice of stopping at Padrino's, since it was nearby. She was spending her last months in Britain hassling around and getting ready to move back to Lesotho to become Queen, yet somehow she felt herself missing the place. She entered, looking around stoically and found a seat at a table next to Oak's.
His gaze briefly turns to Tshepo when she sits down at a table nearby, but he quickly goes back to looking at the menu. When a waiter came over to ask what Oak would like to drink, he simply just asked for a water and went back to the menu.
Distracted, she requested a water as well and pulled out her phone to check her set reminders. "Packed evening," she sighed. "Looks like I'll have to be getting used to naps instead of eight hours of sleep."
Since Hogwarts ended and Hekate was forced back onto the streets of the Wizarding Quarter, Jack's owl took a bit longer to reach her without a specific address. Deshiveled and slightly out of breath, the brunette swept into the pizza store before making a sharp turn toward Jack. "If you get pineapple on your pizza than I'm leaving right now," she said, but not until he was aware of her presence and could read her lips.
"Pineapple pizza? Ew, Hekate, who do you think I am?" It doesn't occur to him Hekate might not know how to sign, right as he'd finishing signing. He looks at her with sudden alarm. "Wait. Do you know how to sign?"
Hekate rubbed feebly at her eyes, which had dark circles starting to form from apparent lack of sleep. The girl just barely caught the signing, her brow quirking ever so slightly. She knew what it was but not how to understand or do it herself, so she simply rolled her shoulders in a lazy shrug and began to glance at the menu. She tossed him the occassional glance in case he wanted to further communicated but appeared to have her eyes set on pizza and oddly enough, maybe some nachos too.
The fact that she didn't know how to sign disheartened him, but to see she was basically ignoring him as he continued to sign outright hurt - especially when he thought they were becoming good friends. He frowns, put off, and just... stops, shoulders sagging and eyes dropping onto his own menu.
She read the expression upon his face, which in turn likely resulted from her attempt to avoid admitting that she had no idea what he was trying to say to her and didn't want to seem stupid. Hekate felt a twinge of electricity crackle through her chest, something she gauged as being akin to guilt or remorse before biting down hard on her bottom lip. The brunette carefully reached out and poked his arm, her menu now set down on the table. "I guess I'll have to try and learn. I'll warn you now though - I'm the most stubborn and problematic student ever."
Jack is perplexed when he feels Hekate poke him, and lowers his menu to take a better look at her. The look on his face is questioning at best, but it slowly disappears as he realizes what she's saying. He frowns a little again. How can he express himself without his wand? He feels his pockets around, including his jacket's, and is pleased to find a pen. Grabbing a napkin, he jots down on it: You don't have to if you don't wanna. It's ok.
Hekate peered at the napkin with his scrawls and tried to fight back a witty comment as her eyes met his more serious ones. "I've got to communicate with you somehow," she mused and offered him a reassuring grin. "As long as we can get nachos and pizza, count me in for lessons."
As long as there's no pineapples, count me in. Jack smiles at her, and for once, it's hopeful - hopeful he's found an unflinching friend, at long last. I don't like nachos, though. Unless they have that white cream and the cheese and tomatoes. And guac. His writing is sloppy, rushed, but still legible, thank God.
"You're a sociopath if you like pineapple on anything. It deserves to be alone," she said very seriously before fishing around in the bag she had brought. Snagging her personal notebook of attempted songs and various doodles, Hekate placed it on the table with a pen that had the end slightly chewed. Sliding it toward him, she acted casual as the waiter arrived to take their order. "Water with a lemon wedge and we're going to alter your nachos a lil with sour cream, cheese and tomatoes," she requested, mainly ordrring the lemon water since it was a free drink. "Oh and pepperoni pizza." She peered at Jack, head tilting. "What would you like to drink?"
Fruit salads, he points out, and offers a happy smile when she extends the notebook. Looking up at the waiter, he waits for Hekate's lips to stop moving, before writing quickly on the notebook. I don't know if she ordered a pepperoni pizza, but if she did, make it a large. And I want coke. He lifts it, smiling awkwardly at the waiter as he nods and jots it all down on his little pad. Oh, and make it one ticket. I'll pay! He's about to waste approximately half a month's worth of allowance, but it's ok.
"Fine, and fruit salads." Hekate, being the nosy person she was, had been poking at his brain now and again in attempt to gain access without him panicking like last time but came to a stop as she observed the waiter and Jack's interaction. "What? No, I can go halfsies," she protested upon spying the notepad.
Because he had figured Hekate would protest, his petulant, deaf self had made sure to turn away from her so there was no way he could read her lips. And since he can't hear her, it worked out splendidly. He smiled eagerly at the waiter, waiting for either him to leave or point Hekate out. And he does neither, looking between them confusedly.
The scowl increased to a full on grimace as she whined softly, annoyed that Jack was very obviously ignoring her protests. Snagging her straw, she ripped the paper of the end and stuck the exposed plastic between her lips. With one swift blow, the rest of the paper shot off straight toward Jack. With a wicked smirk, Hekate leaned forward with the straw still dangling from her mouth.
He does a little yelp, surprised when the paper makes contact with his right cheek. Turning his head, he sticks his tongue out childishly. Quickly, he writes: I pay or you eat a small pineapple pizza by yourself.
Hekate begun to snicker at his little yelp of surprise before feigning the biggest pout that she could possibly muster, given her expression is sour eighty present of the time. "You're a monster," she whined in response to his ultimatum and chose to cross her arms and lean back in her chair, officially admitting defeat. She in truth was sort of thankful but all the money she had on her would likely just barely cover the meal and that wss the only income she had for the next little while.
Hekate dunked the straw into her water and leaned forward to gently take a sip, her dark eyes lulling toward him lazily. After swallowing the abrasive lemon water she had a weird taste for, the girl clicked her tongue thoughtfully against the roof of her mouth. "You're the first student from school I've encountered since summer started. Otherwise, it's been mediocre at best. You?"
I feel both humbled and honored. Does that make sense? I think it does. He needs to stop wasting so much space on that one sheet of paper, else he'll have to use another one and he doesn't wanna waste her notebook away. Boring, tiring, lame. Chloe has been busy, and you're the first person I've seen and liked all summer.
Hekate seemed momentarily perplexed by his usage of the word like, her curious gaze flitting between him and the ice that swirled in her glass from the movement of her straw. "It takes a special kind of person to admit they like my presence," she replied with an amused grin. "Most don't like me at all. Nice change, I guess."
- "Nobody could ever hate me half as much as I don't care." Message Me - 10:02, August 8, 2018 (UTC)
It's been a long time since Lilith actually came here; last time she did, the pizza was so greasy she could practically swim in it. But hey, she's absolutely starving and the margherita looks far too nice to pass up, so she orders a 10 inch and grabs a table, pulling out her phone she'd taken from the Wizco display. Manon hasn't been in touch for ages.
He walked in after a moment, dressed in a cashmere jumper and white pants. Yes, it was August but it was cold to Noah, having gotten use to the French heat. Plus, he didn't like wearing one layer. He guessed it was out of habit, the constant need to cover up his chest, wear baggy clothes. A habit he hadn't broken. After that surgery, there was really no need for such methods but Noah did it anyway. After getting a slice or two of pizza, he looked around for a seat but found the only one with an empty chair was with Lilith. "Do you mind?" He asked, his voice soft and smooth, as he pointed at the chair.
- "Nobody could ever hate me half as much as I don't care." Message Me - 10:35, August 8, 2018 (UTC)
Damn. She's just enjoying her second slice when someone approaches her, asking to sit down. It takes a lot to just tell them to fuck off right there, but a quick scan of the restaurant confirms to Lilith that there really are no chairs, not even on the tables outside. Plus, she's been told to be nicer to people. For some reason. "I mean - unless you want to eat it off the floor," she says, flatly, pushing out the opposite chair with her foot under the table.
He smiled over at her when he heard the comment. "I'd have to drop the food for that to happen, though eating it on the floor? I don't think it'd be such a bad prospect," he said as he sat down on the seat, the attitude bouncing off him. He dealt with worse.
He was silent for a moment, chewing his food, his eyes resting on different points of the cafe, before falling back onto the girl. "Would it be rude if I were to ask if you've had a bad day?" He asked.
- "Nobody could ever hate me half as much as I don't care." Message Me - 11:11, August 8, 2018 (UTC)
As grumpy as she is, Lilith can't deny that at least the bloke is trying, which is more than she's ever done. A thousand sarcastic responses fly through her mind before she decides to try the nicest, least offensive one. "Bad day? Nah, this is just my face," she retorts, pointing at the very neutral expression. "People often tell me I have resting bitch face."
- "Nobody could ever hate me half as much as I don't care." Message Me - 11:52, August 8, 2018 (UTC)
Surprisingly, a smirk crosses her lips at his words. "I may or may not have used it to my advantage a few times," she admits - wow, she isn't being rude. This is progress. "You're one of the few who wasn't turned off. You deserve a cookie."
"Oh, you know...prejudice, bias, that sort of area," he said. He didn't want to say transphobia. He knew he could but he...kept it to himself. "Some people would tell me too, mind my French, 'fuck off' instead."