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.
- "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."