Too much chit-chat, not enough spending~

[prefershijab]

WHO: Padma and Francis
WHEN: December 21; Tuesday
WHERE: Out on the town, where all of the best stores are
WHAT: Some late Christmas shopping creates friends between two very different individuals.

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[la_grand_vie]

Francis normally spent his holidays back in Paris in a large mansion home with his small, but tight-knit family. He'd listen to grand tales from both of his uncles, ignore his father, and tend to whatever his mother might want or need. He'd cook Christmas dinner, and he'd get drunk on New Years Eve- But this year was different

[prefershijab]

Sweet words melted the cold air surrounding her and cruised past her eardrums effortlessly. She picked up the foreign tongue, but the tone was enough for her to understand the meaning of this "mademoiselle," even if it wasn't so different from the English. Padma's eyes strayed from the street stall to the voice's source, one eyebrow raised as if unsure how to feel about the interruption -- whether to be annoyed or intrigued. People didn't approach her here like they did back home, and while she had gotten used to fellow pedestrians all around her more often than not, there still were times where the constant company bothered her. In a way, America was nice in the way that people weren't always demanding her attention at every other stall

[la_grand_vie]

This woman was so- Cute. Unafraid of him and if anything eager for him to talk to her. It made Francis blink, tongue tripping over his thoughts for the first few moments. "Ahhh," he chuckled, smiling back widely at her and bowing his head the slightest bit.

"I was just curious if you would like... to go out for a coffee?" he mused. "It is awfully cold out and what would be a better way to warm up than to 'ave a warm drink and chat with une belle femme?" he winked at her, though it felt a little different than before.

Did he honestly just want to talk to her? She was intriguing- Very much so. "There is a pleasent café just down zee street-"

[prefershijab]

She bowed in return, thinking of the display more as a sort of friendly greeting than of a flirty or gallant gesture. The corners of her lips were turned up into a grin, almost mischievous as she looked up at the stranger. Padma was surely intrigued by the man's taking to her, however curious it was, but she was uncertain what to make of it. It wasn't often that guys invited women out to coffee back in Pakistan, but this was America where there were no rules, and the thrill was what made her wish to go with it.

She wanted to shop, but she wanted to try this too.

She pursed her lips and glanced longingly at the necklace she'd been eying, decided that she should save her money instead, and returned the unwavering gaze back to Francis's. She supposed she could go to the cafe if it meant making a new friend, something of which she had little of anymore. Maybe the adorably fantastic accent swayed her just a little. "Certainly, I can arrange for that I think... I would love to try a hot cocoa, anyway."