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Auguste had tried to schedule something with his father. Well- he did schedule something with his father, but it had been an hour, and his dad had not shown up. Punctuality was a burden at times. Auguste's family members were never very punctual- but in an attempt to follow the ways of Louis XIV, Auguste was.

He could have still shown up, sometime, but chances of that were not likely. Maybe he found some college girl. That was always creepy to Auguste- especially since they were probably doing the same girls...

He sighed. He was sitting at the same table for an hour. There was no food, because he was so diligently waiting. He didn't get any wine. A few times waiters asked him if he was ready to order. He wasn't, because he was waiting.

There wasn't any point in waiting anymore, though. One hour was long enough. It was indication that he had been ditched. He could have scheduled a date. He was over his anger from the run in with that creepy Asian man. He payed someone to go and hire someone from Tesla to beat the kid up. That ended any hard feelings. Now, his feelings again were sore upon being ditched.

He'd just sit at the table, alone, and order some wine. It would probably be bad- people outside of the French had no taste for wine. They sold garbage in this country.

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After visiting with her brother and finding that cafeteria food was absolutely inedible, Crina found herself wandering through town for a place to eat. It was times like this that she was thankful for Elizabeta's support for her college stay; she left her with more money to use.

Within minutes, she stumbled upon a small restaurant with a promising appearance but not too appetizing name. She bit her lip and pushed open the doors. She was hungry. It was worth giving this place a shot. Besides, the food poisoning she might get from here wouldn't possibly be as bad as what she would get from the school cafe.

The Transylvanian glanced around the room in search of a place to sit and found..Auguste?(It was hard to tell without the powdered wig) Crina began to walk towards his table. It was indeed the prissy boy of her mom's French (ex)friend. But what was he doing here? Weren't there other, more fancy restaurants he could have been wasting his money in? She decided to find out, gripping the back of the empty chair across from him and giving a small, fake smile.

"Ahh Salut. Is this seat taken..?"

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Oh, it was Transylvania. Eastern Europeans were kind of second class. He wouldn't want it going around that he downgraded or anything. Well, it was his treaty that put her in possession of Romania. Obviously, she loved him for that- that would be a well enough excuse... And she wasn't entirely bad looking.

"Ah- Bonjour, Crina." he stood up to kiss her on the cheek, it was common courtesy, after all. "Let me-" he gave an equally fake smile, pulling the chair out for her.

"Non, non, please, it would be my honour to have your company." No it wouldn't really. But it would beat sitting alone. "I'll serve you for lunch, please-" he smiled, still standing up, until she sat down. He was such a gentleman. This place was pretty cheap, anyways. He had time to cover the menu times over, he could afford anything on it. He wasn't sure why his dad wanted to go here. Maybe it was the nicest place his dad could find in the city.

That was pretty pathetic.

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"Oh, Mersi Auguste," She sat down in the chair he pulled out for her. "You're being all too kind...This wouldn't be because you regret the whole Schengen incident, would it..?" Crina rested her chin on her palm, smiling up at him with slight bitterness. She definitely hadn't forgotten all those mean comments Sarkozy made. Auguste had better be buying her lunch as an apology, not that she could stay mad at him or his father for too long. She loved the French too much, just like mami.

(shortttt)

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"...." his thin lips tightened to a frown. She was trying to be cheeky about this now? "You know perfectly well why you can't join." he stated, sitting himself down. "Talk to my father about this- not me, I don't have any power anymore." a snide scoff, and he turned away to spot some waiter. The waiter may have been busy, but Auguste called him over anyways with a 'Bonjour,' and a pretty sharp glare that said 'get over here, you are keeping me waiting.' Eventually, he did come over.

"Le service est terrible ici." he sad, loudly to the Romanian next to him. He assumed she knew French. He assumed everyone knew French, back in his day everyone knew French.

"Faites-nous un menu. Avez-vous une carte des vins?" The man was uncomfortable.

"I... I don't understand."

"Mon dieu," Auguste groaned, giving the man another steely glare. Didn't these people know anything, anymore? If the waiters did not know French- well, they weren't fit to wait. They weren't fit to do anything. He pinched the bridge of his nose, showing irritation. "Get us a menu- and a wine list."

The man nodded, obviously flustered from the situation.

"Honestly-" he muttered, with a glance to Crina. The waiter came back with the menus. "Choose what you like- the prices are good here." Auguste said to the girl, opening his own menu.

((ASSUME WHEN HE TALKS TO HER IT IS IN FRENCH. He does not like English and I am lazy.))

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Crina bit the inside of her cheek at his sharp reply. She could have said something nasty about why he didn't have power anymore, but she chose to hold her tongue in fears of making him even more irritated.

She watched as he scolded the waiter for not speaking French and nodded when he mentioned the service. "Oui..Oui..." She murmured softly, waiting for his little fit to be over. Unless there was a good reason to, Crina didn't like to make a big fuss over things. If is was over the Schengen Area, that would be appropriate time. Over somebody's ability to speak French? No. There was never a time or place for that.

She smiled at the poor waiter and took a glance at the menu. It was a mixture of cuisines, ranging from 'authentic' French or Italian foods to silly named American dishes. The woman gazed at Auguste from over the list and tilted her head.
"Why don't you choose for me...?"
The menu was placed back down on the table carefully and another grin found itself painted on her face.
"You seem to know the place well enough.."

(MMM. FRENCH. B) Alrighttt xD)

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"Of course, that is a wise choice, my love." he smirked. Auguste was at home ordering food from any fine dining menu. He was familiar with it all- he turned to the menu. the corners of his lips dropped down a slight bit. This was not fine dining, and he did not recognize anything. The 'French' food was even unfamiliar to him. He recognized the words in the name, but not the dishes. They were all American bastardizations. And on the wine menu (if you could call it that)- well, he knew all wines very well- he also knew that none of the wines were very good.

Why would his father even suggest this place?

"Non...Actually.....You chose- I do not normally eat this American garbage. You know my tastes, do you not? You should guess what I want." he smirked, throwing out this shameless flirt to her. "If I enjoy it I'll take you out to eat somewhere good, somewhere French." Probably not, he didn't like spending money on things he didn't need to spend money on. He didn't even know if there was a French restaraunt in the city. "I'll choose the wine to match your choice."

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She grimaced and hastily picked up the menu again, giving it another look through.

Everything sounded gross. Or she had never heard of it. Either way, she had no idea what he'd eat. She may have been interested in his culture at one point, but not enough to know what he likes to eat at a meal. Crina covered her mouth with the menu as she spoke to disguise her annoyance with the whole situation. She hated being put on the spot.

"What if I don't choose what you like, draga mea?"

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"Then I won't take you out to eat tomorrow night..." He smirked, leaning forward onto the table. "You are free tomorrow, yes?" he didn't let her answer. "Yes, good-" He looked at her briefly, briefly and feigning some sort of romance. He then turned again to the wine list. "I can't decide what wine to drink unless I hear your choice first." A slight frown formed onto his face.

Was it wrong to push this onto someone who obviously did not know fine dining like the French knew? Yes, it probably was, but Auguste didn't care.

((SOSHORT))

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She stared at him blankly, feeling her cheeks burn a bright pink. He was a jerk. A tease. He knew the feelings she had for the French so he used it against her.

Bastard.

Still, Crina returned her focus on the menu. Maybe, just maybe, if she were to win some affection from Auguste through these 'dinner dates' he was promising her, she would be able rekindle their centuries old friendship. And if anything, that would make mami happy.

She tried to look for the most appetizing sounding dish, struggling to translate some of the names. (She spoke Hungarian and German often yet it had been a while since she spoke French). Once she found something she half understood, she placed the menu flat on the table and pointed to it.

"Matelote?"

(I looked up French foods and a lot of it looks gross ffff. :C )

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He smiled at her. He wasn't going to reveal if he approved or dissaproved of her choice. He enjoyed playing with people like that. He noticed her blush. He'd behave as charming as possible to maybe increase that blush. He knew he was too good for her. He was Western Europe- the former center of everything that was Western Europe. She was some Eastern European who was indebted to him. Well- she was not bad looking, better looking than a lot of Western Europeans. She was obviously less high maitenance, and she was indebted to him- she had to show him gratitude.

"Matelote...For both of us, I am assuming?" Matelote was not from his region, not from the river nearest to him. He didn't have it very much- but it could be good. He shut down the wine menu, already deciding what would be best.

He called out to a busy waiter, again, and the man had to come over again.

"Two cups of Matelote, and a bottle of Bordeaux Supérieur." One of the few French wines they had, but at least they had it. It was great with fish. He dismissed the waiter with that.

"I doubt their ability to make it right."

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She watched as the waited scurried off with their orders. "Well...the restaurant is called 'Strawberryflies'.." Maybe it was supposed to be like butterflies, but sound a lot nicer. Who knew. Americans had odd names for everything.

"What were you doing here anyhow? If you don't mind my asking.."

(SHORT SORRY SOB)

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"Yeah- it is a pretty disgusting name." Auguste scoffed. Something was obviously wrong with the restaraunt owners if they would put 'flies' in the name. Why would his dad even suggest to go to this place?

"...I was waiting for my father..." he said, as a response to her question. He shrugged. "He didn't show up... pretty typical of him." The two had a strained relationship, to say the least. They got along now, but their past wounds were not completely healed.

"And you? It's not very common for beautiful girls to come to places like this, alone..." another smile graced his lips.

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Crina may have had a clue where his father was. The man seemed to have a reputation for..sleeping around. Then again, those were just rumors. He could have had some business with work. Though, the more the Transylvanian thought about it, the less likely the latter seemed.

She stared down at the placemat as another blush graced her face. She wasn't used to compliments like such. Most comments she received from men were about how 'cool' she was for being known for vampires. Or if a man did flirt, it was because they were trying to get fresh and would inevitably end up with both hands broken (compliments of both mami and anyu).

"Tesla lunches aren't exactly the greatest..." Crina shrugged. "And I'm not alone now, am I?" She gave a coy smile and leaned forward, chin resting on palm.