We followed our cabin mates to the Mess Hall, where they left us outside with Aliza.
"What're you guys up to..?" Esme inquired cautiously, holding onto my arm.
"Don't worry about it Mademoiselle," Aliza quipped as she lead us in.
"Why hello, our dear love birds! Come! Sit at the table together!" a girl that I've never even met before took us from Aliza and sat us down.
"The waiter shall be with you shortly!" she cheered before walking off.
"Claire Nemzu." Esme spoke out, those forests-like irises staring at me.
"Huh?"
"Her name. Since it looks like you haven't met her yet," Esme explained.
"Oh... did you know about any of this?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I heard them talking about an occasion, but I thought they meant the dance..." she trailed off as Ted approached us with two cups in hand. The cups looked like stain glass... these aren't the art cups are they?
"Here you two go... we're only permitted the lemonade. Anyways, what food do you wish to acquire?" he questioned.
"Hmm... what would our options be?" Esme shot back playfully, interweaving her hands and resting her chin on them.
Ted sighed, "we have PB&J, buttered toast, spaghetti, sausage, eggs, and apples."
"Then I'll take buttered toast with scrambled eggs," Esme replied.
"And for you, Sir?" he turned to me. The doofus even had an apron on with a pencil tucked behind his ear.
"Just spaghetti; merci," I answered. He nodded and walked off.
"Hitting them with "merci" huh?" she teased, eyebrow raised.
"Hush..." my voice cracked a little. She giggled. I sipped my lemonade. So watered down... blech.
It was around 6 minutes until we got our food. Before that time came, I looked around the room. Most of the tables were pushed to the walls, the windows had the curtains pulled on them.
Honestly, I'd be suspicious if I didn't know what's happening.
Every so often loud clangs would come from the kitchen, to which a person would be swearing afterwards. Who it was would change every other time, but everytime Mila could be heard shushing them.
Noel came out with our food. His short sleeves revealed his tattoos, which I've never seen before.
"What're you looking at, Clerky?" he spat.
"Short sleeves huh?" Esme asked, sipping her lemonade. His eyes widened and he grumbled.
"Not by choice. Just eat the food," he mumbled and left. We laughed and ate.
ミァ
(AN: Sadie, I know that in France they're retiring the use of Mademoiselle. I'm sorry if it bothered you 😟)
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