The Herta never liked walking in her physical body, but when it comes to a particular cafe on Elysium, she can't help but be present in flesh and blood. The wall from the spaceport to Second Flemming Street on the eastern sector of Pristine City wasn't a hassle as much as the paparazzi sitting by on the VIP lounge just to get a photo of her.
The Herta: I understand why they want to capture my charm, but these people need to understand the difference between personal and public time.
Asta: I don't think that's the problem here, Madame Herta.
The Herta: Is that so? Then can you enlighten me, pink head?
Asta: It's Asta! (She sighed)
The Herta: Names are too boring when I don't give them out. This you are Pink head.
Asta: ...
The Herta: I don't have much time, so please present your theory.
Asta: Yeah, whatever...How many times have you visited this planet in the last thirty-six months?
The Herta: Once every month... And sometimes, hmm... (She was lost in thought as she tried to remember) Six times a month, but that is only during holidays.
Asta: And did you ever send your puppets or projections?
The Herta: No
Asta: And when was the last time before this that you went out in flesh and blood?
The Herta: That time when I met Droid head decades ago... I guess?
Asta: See...
The Herta: Imbeciles all of them. Just because they can see me in flesh and blood doesn't mean they will waste my time. It is already hard to take time out of my busy schedule to visit the Cafe.
Asta: You know we had a conversation about it, Madame Herta. You don't have to hide your intent regarding this stuff.
The Herta: Fine (She turned her face away as she said quietly) I wanted to see him...
Asta: That's better.
The Herta: If it wasn't for you being good in matters of heart, I would have fired you for bossing me around.
Asta: It's not that I am good; you are just too much in your own head to accept yourself.
The Herta: Yeah, sure. Asta: Do you remember what I taught you?
The Herta: Yes. I have the lines memorized. Not that they were hard anyway; the Herta equation was-
Asta: Madame Herta, you are getting sidetracked.
The Herta: Fine. Yeah, I can say it.
Asta: Good.
The two members of Genius Society now stood in front of a modest one-storey building with a pink and green coloured wall with bricks aesthetic, making it look like a medieval lodging. Over it was a board with read Elysian Bakers with a little fairy flying around it. Inside was a young man in his late twenties baking a cheesecake for his regular and favourite customer. Meanwhile, the news about Captain Kiana Kaslana having stolen IPCs newly developed shuttleship Aquila was playing in the background.
The Herta:(Storms into the shop while removing her hat) Caius, I am here-
Caius: Oh Herta, you are right on time-(His amber eyes sparkled as he took out the freshly baked cheesecake from the oven; it had a purple-ash brown topping and cream with a design similar to Herta's staff) Here you go, the Madame Herta special cheesecake. I have finally perfected it. The Herta: ...
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Kiana And Sal's Bizzare RomCom Drabble Collection
RomanceWell I just wanted to make some cute and fluffy drabble between my male OC Sal Apocalypse and our beloved Tuna, and thus here we are. Also these drabbles are fine standalone however if you wish to know the context then definitely read the main story...
