Play Me a Sonata

Chapter 3: A Prince With A Princess / Dire Circumstances

The frosted nation of Castavonia was open to all as the weekend began. It was a Saturday afternoon, and the 21st of September. Despite only being in autumn, it was frigid outside. There celestial sphere was far from overcast. Businesses were closed except for the few peculiar shops on the outliers.

Before Jeremiah sipped at his chocolate mocha, he added some pepper. He'd gone to a modest bijou restaurant with obsequious waiters and waitresses. The patio tables left the sign clearly visible in neon green cursive letters, "Finch's Cafe". His orange mane hung below his chin, as he hadn't worn his hair up that day. Leaning into his chair with a single arm draped over the back, he slackened his stance. He went to reach for his drink.

'Rain?' Emilia questioned as she moved her feet towards the male. She was petrified by the prospect of talking to him again. Emmy had to prepare herself for this, otherwise she'd be far too anxious. 'Deep breaths...' she asked of herself, 'Deep breaths...' Her physique let go of its stiffness as she went to approach him. His skin looked severely tanned in comparison to the last time they had met. 'Did he bleach his hair?' Emilia questioned. She tapped his shoulder with urgency.

Jeremiah swiveled around. "Who are you, little lady? Did I encounter you somewhere?" His accent threw Emilia off right away, 'Okay, as far as I know, he never sounded similar to a southern Ieren. Those pirates aren't to be trusted!'

"I'm sorry, you reminded me of somebody I know. I really thought you were him!" she giggled a little, leaving Jeremiah red in the face. 'By Birch, that's the most adorable thing I've heard.' he thought.

"Well, who did you think I was? I don't really mind speaking to a gorgeous gal such as yourself, regardless." It was Emilia's turn to blush as her pale skin went pink within a matter of seconds.

"You look like a friend of mine, if he went through some minor cosmetic refinery." her reply concise and sugary.

Jeremiah appeared pleased with the answer she gave. He tugged glacé leather jacket gently. "Who's this guy your mentioning? I might be scarcely aware of him."

"His name is Rain. " she vocalized momentarily.

"Rain? Yes, I've met him. We're friends, too." Jeremy spoke just as fast. He did this completely subconsciously, until he realized exactly what happened. Never did he mirror a person so well. His hands twitched and his fingers mimicked what could be deemed as 'piano-playing'. He kicked his foot against the chair.

"Really?" Emmy was surprised. How would they have met? When did this happen? Emilia brushed some of her raven black hair to the side.

"Say, have you ever tried to eat a clock? I've heard its very time-consuming..." Jeremy's face lit up upon listening to her harmonious chuckles. Jeremy loved all the small sounds she made. He sat up and shifted to the front of his seat in order to get considerably closer to Emilia.

The two conversed for well beyond an hour. The subjects ranged from dogs to science and astronomy. Overall, Emmy was having an absolute blast. Jeremy seemed to be in just as much of a contented state. Eventually, an interesting topic came up in particular...

"Wait, do you like dudes or chicks?" Emmy asked her newfound companion. Her eyes darted to the side nervously, while her face flushed.

"Depends. You like just one on one or another guy thrown in?" Jeremy flirted semi-aggressively.

The wind picked up behind them. The leaves performed ballet as the current plucked them from their position on the ground. It was a sweet moment in the midst of darkness. The formerly unclouded heavens felt heavy as rain began to pour. The skies cried once more, and the medley of water droplets making contact filled everybody's ears.