A Group of Misfits and How They Saved the Universe

Chapter 6: Not So Fine Dining

[OC depicted is Melera. Art by less-depresso-more-espresso on Tumblr]

Melera had decided to go back to Shishka's shop to apologize again for her outburst from the day before. This time she made sure to crouch directly in front of the door so Shishka would know it was her before knocking. Shishka turned to look at the door, already assuming it was Melera given the sign said open and walked outside to greet her. "So it is you. I was wondering when you were gonna show back up."

"Oh did you expect me to be here earlier? Sorry about that, I tend to sleep in a lot. Maybe instead of getting the free sample you offered I could just pay for it anyway as an apology for yesterday." Melera said nervously, secretly fearing that she had annoyed Shishka the day before. "Hey you sleep however you want to. I won't say I wasn't expecting you to come back but we never made official plans for it so it doesn't really matter either. I'm gonna give you two free samples if you can't handle accepting one. You couldn't help what you did yesterday and I'm not the type of person to willingly go back on my own word."

"Alright, if you s-say so then. You said your name was Shishka r-right?" Melera asked with a slight stutter of anxiety. "Yep. If I remember correctly yours is Melera isn't it?" "Yes, it is. I'm actually surprised you remembered that. It's not really a common name." Shishka just chuckled. "Neither is mine girl. Heck mine is more unique than yours, or at least it is around these parts." Melera giggled as well at this point. "I guess that's a good point. By the way would you want to give me your phone number? I was hoping maybe we could be friends."

Shishka paused to think for a moment. "I don't normally give my personal phone number out to customers but I'll be nice and make an exception this time." Melera sighed, sounding relieved for whatever reason. "Thanks." She replied softly before exchanging numbers with Shishka. "By the way would you like to have dinner tonight?"

Shishka was a bit shocked by this and had a brief moment of internal panic. "Uh, sure! Where would we go though, is there even any restaurant's in town big enough for you?" Melera shook her head. "No but my house is just as good. I had to learn a lot about cooking when I was living on my own so I'm pretty much a pro at it." At this point Shishka was having a full blown internal panic, assuming Melera meant this as a date. "C-Cool! I'll see you toni-" She suddenly choked on her own words. "Are you okay?" Melera asked, sounding concerned. "I'm good. Just messed up on my words a little. And my breathing clearly." Shishka answered in a nervous voice.

Melera looked at her for a moment, still a bit worried but figured trusting Shishka was fine. "Alright see you tonight then. Sorry again about yesterday." She said, already walking off. "Hey what about your free sample?" Melera waved towards Shishka as she got further away. "Just bring me anything you think I'd like when you come to my place tonight. I'll send you my address soon." Shishka almost tried to argue but stopped herself. "Damn that girl is way too naive.. But I can't exactly change her so back to work it is." Shishka muttered to herself.

A few hours later Shishka closed her shop for the day and headed home to get ready for the dinner she still assumed was a date. "What the heck do I even have that would look halfway formal enough for a date? I know it's at her house but what I'm wearing now isn't even good enough for that." She sighed and went to look in her closet, finding a single shirt which was only a bland black T-shirt. "Guess that's gonna have to do. Maybe I can cut an old blanket to look like a jacket? Jeez why does this have to be so hard?"

After a few minutes she found a brown blanket that she could quickly cut and stitch into the shape of a vest. "This is gonna look so dumb." Shishka grumbled but managed to make it resemble what she was intending it to look like. "Good enough I guess." She said with a shrug before grabbing her phone and a small boquet of flowers she had picked earlier. Then after chugging a speed potion, she sprinted to the address Melera sent, arriving just before the speed potion wore off.