[Thread] Why Am I the Popular One?

[gonnaloveme]

Characters: OU Bruce Wayne, AU Padmé Naberrie
Where: the cafe
When: after this conversation
Summary: Bruce and Padmé have a drink of tea. Aa, the industrious playboy. How we love to make fun of him... (Yes, expect some horrible attempts at flirting by Y.T.! >_>)
Warnings: None!

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[noconfidence]

Padmé wasn't sure what she was doing when she agreed to tea with this Bruce Wayne, a man she had never met face-to-face before. She was aware of the fact that he'd been slightly flirting with her over the PDAs and had knowingly flirted back. This...wasn't an area she specialized in. Her experience in matters such as this were limited to an artist, a courtier, and her ex-husband, Anakin Skywalker--and she hardly counted the latter as something that be considered worthy of basing anything off of. What she had with Anakin had been something complex and misdirected, a fault on her part and something she never should have indulged. But, she didn't want to think about that now.

She entered the café, watching curiously as the man she assumed was Bruce looked for something. Padmé happily returned the smile with a bright one of her own when he looked at her. "Bruce Wayne, I presume?"

[gonnaloveme]

He gave a small, child-like wave and let the smile grow into a brief grin. "Only if you're Padmé Naberrie," he replied. His eyes flickered away from hers briefly to glance at the rest of her and then arrived back at her face obediently. A purposeful "checking out" that was meant to be obvious (his tone hinted at meaning 'because you're beautiful and I hope you're the girl I get to sit with for the remainder of the afternoon') but not necessarily distasteful enough to earn her ire.

[noconfidence]

"That I am," she said with that smile still touching her lips. Padmé was no fool, she caught him checking her out, but years of political discipline kept her gaze and expression unwavering and she acted as if she didn't notice. She took a few steps closer and pushed her short self up onto her tip-toes so she could put her arms on the counter and peer over it to see what he was doing.

"Trouble finding something?"

[gonnaloveme]

His smile grew when she confirmed her identity. He watched her come near and glanced down when she did, then back up at her when the question came. He blinked "cutely" once.

"Can never find any of the essentials in this place," he replied, "essentials" obviously referring to "expensive things" and "place" to "all of Econtra," respectively. His attire hinted at the first and his tone hinted at the latter. Plus, just the way he moved and acted looked somehow refined and tasteful, and obviously bred from money.