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Freddie usually wasn't one to order coffee, it was cheaper to just make coffee at home especially since Fleur got a french press for her birthday and well, Freddie took full advantage of it. That being said, he was running late for his morning shift at Honeydukes so decided he might as well treat himself since he did have some change lying around. He sighed and leaned against one of the walls as he waited for his order to be made, slowly fidgeting with his hands, waiting and being still wasn't exactly one of Freddie's strong suits.
Vilja is waiting for her drink quietly to the side, scrolling through her Snitcher as she catches up on the various events happening around the globe. The train departs today from London, meaning she has to go back home and finish preparing her luggage to come back around nightfall for the opening feast. She's growing bored of mindlessly scrolling, though, and considering she already feels like she's about to fall back asleep due to lingering sleepiness, she thinks maybe trying to make awkward eye contact with someone else will shame her into stay awake. Sighing quietly, she locks her phone and slips it into her back pocket before glancing around, unrealistically hoping she'd see someone that she recognized.
For whatever reason, Freddie decided to begin pacing up and down the the small café, honestly just needing to do something to keep awake, this was going to be a long day, he could feel it. First he had his seven hour shift then he had to do his packing and then finally he had a movie night with Fleur as a sort of going away treat. Upon seeing that Vilja had put her phone away, he slowly began to approach her being one of the only other people in the café. "How are you on this fine morning?" He looked out the window at the light drizzle coming down from the heavens, "I can barely keep my eyes open..." He demonstrated as much.
Vilja notices the pacing as soon as it starts, and to be honest, it's a good idea, albeit very energy-consuming when she's running low enough already. But then he's approaching her and talking, and suddenly Vilja thinks pacing alongside him is a pretty alright idea. "Exhausted," she replies. She runs a hand through her hair subconsciously, knowing she must look like a rat while he's looking really well put-together. She's bringing Mika shame today. "The rain doesn't help much either, does it? It just makes me want to crawl back into bed and sleep until the Hogwarts feast tonight."
Freddie let out a groan in agreement, "Yeah, yeah...I get that, I have a shift in like..." He looked down at his watch, "half an hour? So...alas, no sleep for me...I won't even have time to sleep after I'm finished..." His face fell, as he suddenly realised this, "I need to pack then Fleur's surprising me with something and then..." It was clear Vilja even if she was the sweetest person in the world didn't want to hear his daily schedule, "Sorry...what's your day looking like? Probably similar to mine I'm guessing, the last days of summer be like that..."
"I took the day off from my job. I didn't want to get too crossed up. For what it's worth, though, at least it'll make the return to Hogwarts a little sweeter," she offers, smiling sympathetically at Freddie. "I just have to focus on packing up the last of my belongings. Not too bad, really... I feel bad for even saying it, considering all you have to do," Vilja admits ruefully. She pauses for a moment when the bartender calls out a name, but it isn't her, so she looks back at him. "Do you work close by, at least?"
His ears perked up as a name was called, he didn't think it was his? Although, to be fair, he was never the best at answering to someone calling his name, "Oh, just Honeydukes...down the road and...why am I telling you this, you go to Hogwarts..." He let out a small laugh, "If you haven't gone to Honeydukes you're missing out..." The thought of cauldron cakes was almost enough to make his mouth water.
"Honeydukes? Braver than any Royal Airman," she remarks, laughing quietly. "I've seen Honeydukes at its busiest, and let me tell you... mad props to you for putting up with it. I like sweets as much as anyone else, but I don't think I could ever go in there during the weekends or Christmas."
Upon the comparison to a Royal Airman he put his hand up into a salute, "Sergeant Freddie Lovelace reporting for duty." He joined in with her quiet laughter, "You really don't realise how many people try to steal from there until you work there and have to chase them down the street..." He paused, silently hoping that doesn't happen again today, "Weekends are hell on earth...I don't know about Christmas though...I usually take off around that time."
Vilja tilts her head slightly, smiling amusedly at the salute to the point she eventually laughs again. When it fades out, her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You actually chase them down the street? What about some anti-theft charms on the door?" she inquires, "Oh, I can imagine. At least they're considerate with Christmas! Some of my friends have had to work straight through the holidays and I think that's just about one of the worse things any store can do."
"Anti-theft charms?" He scoffed playfully, "We actually have one but any crafty student can get past those in a matter of minutes, I think it's almost customary for the older students to pass the knowledge down. Like y'see, the big problem with the current charm is that it's easy to fool, instead of putting them straight into your pocket you put it into another container before putting it in your pocket that way the charm doesn't pick up on it." Why was he explaining the charm, she probably had much more interesting things to be concerned about? "And even if the charm does pick up on stolen goods all it does it peg the person as a thief - it doesn't actually do anything to stop them..." He came to the sudden realisation that he was beginning to ramble on about...anti-theft charms, "Do you work anywhere?" He prompted, not wanting to make the conversation all about him.
She listens on with interest, because even though this isn't really cool by all typical Vilja standards, he's talking about it so passionately that she feels like it'd be wrong to do anything other than listen attentively. "There must be better charms... if not, I reckon our Charms professor could help out, or a quick owl to the Department of Mysteries,: she suggests, feeling really bad for Freddie and all he has to do to prevent theft. "Oh, yeah! The law firm over at Lincliff City! Not too shabby of a job, but I'm just a secretary," she shrugs, feeling a little lame that she has such a boring job when this guy is literally jumping hoops for his candy store. "Honeydukes is pretty cool, though! Like I said - braver than any Royal Airman. You must overhear a bunch of interesting things, too. Ever caught any good gossip about the sixth years?"
The thought briefly lingered in Freddie's mind, "Honestly, I doubt a new charm would be as effective as me chasing them with a broom, plus I wouldn't want to bother her about such a trivial thing as this..." He paused for a moment, listening to Vilja as well as studying the barista's working, "Oh...a law firm? Are you thinking of applying to the DMLE? I could see you as an auror to be honest...you just have that vibe...I couldn't do it though, the amount of exams and training seems killer..." He finally stopped his pacing and decided to sit down at one of the tables, "You'd be surprised how boring the gossip is, mostly just complaining about classes or professors...maybe the odd scandal if I'm lucky but..." He shrugged, tapping his fingers against the wooden table.
"Oh, please, I'm just as stressed out and I'm still in the pre stages of it all. The workload is daunting and the training is exhausting. I interned at the Ministry this summer and I think it scared me off applying," she recognizes. It's a daunting confession, mostly because she hadn't really wanted to accept the change in heart yet. She'd been so sure, but now... "Oh, I have a vibe that isn't generally unapproachable and grouchy? Nice!" Vilja celebrates jokingly, laughing quietly to herself. The bartender approaches the small table to the side and delivers a drink, but because Vilja had been talking, she doesn't hear the name the employee says. It looks like her order, though, so she approaches the table to grab the drink.
Unapproachable? Freddie didn't think that of her, she was pleasant...if a little closed off but even that had its charm. "I don't think you're grouchy...at least any more than the regular person..." The coffee also looked suspiciously like his order, but like Vilja he wasn't exactly paying attention and approached the table also which led to an awkward moment between the two, "Oh...is it yours?" He blushed slightly but tried to brush it off.
"Oh! My bad, is it -" Vilja gestures between the cup and him, her own cheeks turning a soft pink. She bites the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, as is her unfortunate habit when she embarrasses herself. "I didn't think - it just looks so much like mine..." she trails off, a little flustered.
Freddie ducked down to check if it had a name written on it anywhere, sometimes cafes did that...probably for this exact reason. Luckily, the cup had a name on it but...was that a F? It didn't look like one...honestly it was just a scribble. "I don't...does that look like an F to you? I'm not good with cursive...if you can call this that..." Fortunately the barista was out of earshot when he made that remark.
Vilja looks as well, but to her, the F looks a lot more lik an A than anything else. "No," she admits, "It doesn't look like a V, either... or anything else. Maybe it's a... drawing?" she suggests, but it's more of a doubtful question than anything else. She rubs the nape of her neck awkwardly; she's too sleepy to be dealing with the tension here, and by thinking it, she laughs a little. This is so ridiculous, it's funny. She runs a hand through her hair, still humid from last night's shower. "You can take it," she offers politely. "I mean... I can just take the next one. You're the big shot with the athletic job," she teases a little, chuckling. "I'll just... take whatever comes out that looks the same."
Freddie returned her smile but shook his head refusing the drink, "Listen, you're the one that's yawning and who genuinely seems to need the coffee...I can survive an extra five minutes...you on the otherhand..." He looked her up and down, "You need it..." He pushed the cup a bit toward her.
"No. No way. Don't you have to go to work now? Seriously, I'd feel really bad if you got there late because of me," Vilja insists, shaking her head as she nudges the cup towards him. She notices the look - when does she not notice something so obvious? - but it flusters her so much she doesn't say anything about it.
He shook his head as he nudged the cup back, "I still have ten minutes plus it's literally just down the street..." His face flushed a little once he realised she was flustered, "Uh, sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything...uh..." He picked up a napkin and handed to her, "In case you spill your...coffee..."
Vilja doesn't think her cheeks have ever felt any hotter. "No, I'm not - it's - you're fine," she stammers, shaking her head. She takes the offered napkin and folds it. "I - ummm - I'm just gonna -" Vilja gestures at the cup awkwardly with one of her hands before she picks it up and lifts it in a sort-of toast. "Thank you. I should - I should probably... you know... go," she mumbles, mustering an awkward smile for Freddie.
"Oh...uh...yeah...I have work soon so..." He trailed off as he leant against the counter, you already told her that, dumbass. "Yeah, hope you have a good day...and I'll see you around." He smiled through the slight embarrassment, his fingers beginning to tap gently on the countertop.
"It was nice meeting you. Good luck with work today... hopefully you won't have to chase anyone out," she replies with a genuine smile, even with the embarrassment that's choking her right now. With her cup at hand, she turns towards the door, but before she leaves the café, she turns back to him; she's tempted to ask for his name. She never did catch it. She thinks otherwise, though, and closes her mouth, settling for one last wave before she leaves.
She's managed to convince her mum to let her stay in England until school starts, through a lot of pleading and I'll be fine and professing that being a Seer means she'll know if trouble's approaching. Of course, that claim was disproved a mere few days ago after the whole Knockturn Alley incident with Az, but whatever. She's stopped having nightmares about it. Instead, Billie's decided she's going to get a headstart on her studies - it is sixth year, after all - so she's in the café with a milkshake, a croissant and a lot of books. Well. She's mostly scrolling through Witchagram than anything else, but shush.
Unlike Billie, Felton is actually being a good student. He's reading his fourth year History book to cut ahead, knowing that one week's worth of material will take him the full month of July to learn. So far, he's right. There's so many names and dates, it's confusing and causing a hell of a headache. He's been at it for an hour now, too, or maybe two? He doesn't know anymore. All he knows is he's running low on energy, so he places a bookmark in and shuts the book before standing up to go get his fourth cup of iced coffee today. It's barely one in the afternoon. He promised Agatha up and down he'd minimize his consumption, especially after getting out of St. Mungo's, but it was difficult and he was relapsing horribly. As he stands in line, he unlocks his phone to check his messenger apps and Snitchr.
It's not until she looks up from her phone that she notices she's out of milkshake, a tragic occurrence, so she jumps up and joins the queue behind the boy who looked like he was studying too. She can practically feel the stress coming off of him as she approaches, and when she looks over to where he was sat and sees the piles of books, it's no mystery why. "Ooh, the Goblin Rebellions!" she grins, reading the front of the textbook, then seeing the other book and- "Oh. The 1752 one. You poor thing," she says, looking at the boy. "So many names."
Felton doesn't realize he's being addressed until he hears the dreaded Goblin Rebellions. He whirls around, surprised and suddenly a little anxious, but the girl looks nice enough. "And dates," he sighs, sounding as exhausted as he feels. Not enough to not muster a smile, though; the kind that doesn't reach his eyes but it's as genuine as he can offer. "Joys of history, I guess. I get why it's important, I just don't like how many people are important."
Oh man, this boy is a walking stress knot. She grins at him, all sunshine, and nods as he talks. "The best way to remember them is to make a song," she says, tapping her nose like it's some huge secret and not the most common tactic used by struggling students. It saved her OWLs, that's for sure. "Or a mnemonic. But fourth year's fun! You'll be studying it for so long that it'll be practically drilled in your mind, and it never leaves."
Felton listens attentively, a lot like someone eager to hear tips on how to ace this year, or at least do as best as he can. (It's because he is. He's scared shitless he'll fail his classes and get held back, especially after last year's debacle.) "Are you a fifth year?" he asks, but then minds his manners and smiles again. "Thanks for the tip. I'll try! I'm just not... you know... musically inclined," he says, waving his hand awkwardly. "My sister might fight the bill a little better. I'll ask her if she wants to help."
"Sixth year," she says, a fond smile on her face at his awkwardness. "Fourth year's a breeze, honestly. Enjoy it while you can. I was so freaked out about my grades that year, I forget to live." The line shuffles forward as the person at the front walks away with a hot chocolate the size of a small mountain. "And living means not studying the bloody Goblin Rebellions in your summer holidays, child."
"Oh, that's - that's nice," Felton says, due to a lack of anything else to comment about at that point. At least she keeps on talking, and Felton won't have to pathetically keep the conversation going on his own. "I - I wasn't going to learn all of it. Just some!" he defends, "I'm a slow learner! One week of class takes me a full month to learn. History is tough! And so is Herbology," he adds, the latter largely as an after-thought. Relevant, but not enough. "They're just so boring. Lecture for those is just code word for nap time."
History is one of her favourite subjects, and when she mentions Herbology, Billie's eyes practically light up. "They're my favourites!" she chirps, beaming; the idea of someone not liking Herbology is pretty much blasphemous to her, but she can fix that no problem. "Well, if you ever need any help with it, I'm a tutor. But like, a fun one! I promise. I bake cookies and bring them to every lesson, so..." Her voice trails off into her smile, hoping he takes the hint.
Felton is both appalled and embarrassed. One, because he just insulted this stranger's favorite subjects, and two, because someone actually likes Herbology and History of Magic. He isn't going to look at this coincidence as anything short of a blessing, though. "Oh, this is awesome!" he grins, "What's your pay rate? I can bring food, too! I mean, only if you're suggesting you have the space and time to tutor me, which... if you aren't... then this is awkward..."
Taking another student under her wing is honestly always the highlight of Billie's week when it happens, and this kid looks adorable - if a little terrified. "Just two Galleons a week," she says - though it usually ends up being free if it's fun. "I usually do it in the Library, unless you prefer it anywhere else. I always end up studying in Dobby's Alcove, you know, that little gazebo? It's nice and quiet there, and the girl who turns up to water the plants is so sweet."
Felton nods. His allowance is higher than that, he can afford it no problem. "I'll check in with my parents, but I don't think they'll complain about getting a tutor," he smiles, relieved. Hopefully now he won't be risking failing the term. It'd destroy him, and probably his parents. "Umm, I prefer the gazebo, or near the Stone Circle, even? I always do better under the sun. The library is always busy. But I don't mind, if you really wanna do it there!" he assures. The queue moves up and he's one person away from ordering. "Whatever works better for you!"
She grins, more than happy with studying there: he's right, the sun makes everything better. "No, that's fine! It's lovely down there, anyway, in the sun. Just let me know whenever you have a free period and we can go over whatever you're struggling with. Oh! Speaking of which-" Her phone screen lights up as she pulls it from her pocket, opening up Witchagram with a few clicks. "Do you have Witchagram? I'll add you."
"Oh, yeah! My dad would fight me if I didn't have one. Mum doesn't have one and it's offended him like nothing else. She says she doesn't need one, she'll just use his, but he made it, so... loyalty and all that," Felton says, in between chuckles. It's a years old argument they keep circling around. Felton likes watching it happen; it always descends into laughable chaos. "It's @fix-it-felton! Like my Flootube. I don't follow a lot of people, but tutors save lives, so," he chuckles. Just then, the person ahead of him wraps up, so he gestures at her wait a second before turning towards the guy. "Same thing as... what? A half hour ago? An hour ago?" The guy laughs and nods. Felton's cheeks are pink, embarrassed, but he swallows it down while he pays.
"Oh, let me get these!" she says, handing the barista enough coins for both of their orders before Felton can protest; she loves buying things for people, even if it is just another coffee to keep them awake. She's been there before "Fix-it-Felton? That's adorable. I never got into Flootube but there seems to be tons of you little Flootubers around Hogwarts - what are the chances that you all end up here? I'm surprised you're not all collab-ing together... is that what they call it? Collabing?" Hey, she's a technophobe, okay? The surface of Witchagram is about the furthest Billie's social media knowledge stretches.
His nose crinkles when Billie pays for his drink. He doesn't object, though. He'll just pay twice as much for his first tutoring session. "I like when the letters match," he explains. He used to feel super ridiculous about it, but Agatha has been helping him a lot lately with his confidence. "I don't collab a lot. I just fix tech! My sister, though. That's up her alley. She's a flootuber, too!"
The barista takes a hot second to make her milkshake - probably because she's got about ten different syrups and half a carton of sprinkles on top - but eventually she gets it, and shuffles to the side so the aren't blocking up the queue. "You fix tech?" she gasps, impressed. "That makes you miles more intelligent than I'll ever be. The only thing I know how to do with this thing -" She holds up her phone. "- is switch it on. That's so cool. Are you thinking of joining WizCo when you graduate, or something like that?" WizCo is the only magic tech company she can think of, to be honest, but the HQ in Lincliff looks cool.
"Probably? It's the family business. I imagine my dad would be disappointed if I didn't. That or my Aunt Ced would bully me into joining, and to be honest, she's a little scary," he says, "Not intelligent. We all have our own thing. That's what my sister says. Some of us are tech nerds, some of us are good at painting, others are good at History and Herbology," he shrugs. It hasn't been easy accepting it, but he's getting there. "I can teach you a bit about tech if you want. Just enough. Turning it on and off isn't actually a lot, you know," he adds, his lips quirking into a playful grin.
Her eyes widen like pennies as soon as he says- "Wait, family business? As in, your family owns WizCo?" She's never met anybody famous before, not really - least of all the heir to what is probably the biggest magical company ever. "Merlin, that's awesome. And yes, please teach me how to use this thing! I tried to update it once and ended up deleting all my numbers. Then I had to go around all my students, asking them for their phone numbers again because they were all texting me and I didn't know who anyone was." She pouts as she scrolls through her contacts: her brothers, her students, a few friends and the grumpy boy she keeps running into whose name she still doesn't know. "Though I figured out Witchagram filters the other day! Quite proud of myself for that."
"Umm... yes?" Felton's brow furrows. "Wait, did you not - did you not know?" It always baffles him when he encounters someone who doesn't make the connection, but honestly, it's a welcomed change. Refreshing. Felton picks up hit cold drink as soon as his name is called, and turns to return to his table. "Yeah, sure, no problem! What's your number?" he queries, already fishing his phone out of his pocket to save her contact information. "I should probably save that somewhere. I don't check my DMs a lot. I get people all the time requesting videos and asking weird stuff." He still remembers his first unsolicited DM. It makes him shudder, even to this day. It had to be a bot, but still. "Oh, nice! Not that they're hard, but congrats!"
His surprise makes her feel even more out of her depth than she already did, but her smile remains bright as she shakes her head, pouting a little. "Honey, I live on a farm in Muggle Ireland. It's basically in a bubble. I'd miss Christmas if I didn't know what date it was."
She grins, a little surprised that he doesn't seem to know what a farm is, but then again they don't really exist in magical culture outside of dragon breeding, do they? "That's what a farm is," she nods cheerily. "We have cows and chickens and sheep. They're adorable, especially in spring when all the babies are born. I'd take a baby cow over a puppy any day."
"Sheep? They're real? I thought they were a joke! They're always made out to be so defenseless..." Felton trails off, looking a little awed. He can't believe he missed out on farms. "Are there a lot of farms in Ireland? Like, do people normally live in farms?"
Oh, Merlin, this kid. "You didn't know sheep are real?" she laughs, covering her mouth; she's not laughing at him, she'd never laugh at anybody, more at just how adorable this boy is. Billie might not have grown up wrapped in magical culture but she at least thought those who did knew that Muggle animals existed. "They do where I'm from! Well, we live in the countryside, so we have quite a few farms in the area. We aren't the biggest but we supply the local shop, because my dad uses spells to make all the vegetables grow really quickly and ripe so they taste good."
Billie's laugh makes him feel self-conscious about his questionable exposure to the muggle world, farms especially. He frowns a little, misinterpreting the laugh. "That's cool! I want to visit a farm one day. I've never seen a lot of muggle animals before, just the wizarding ones. Unless you count, like, dogs and cats and owls, but those are pretty common here, too."
She senses his discomfort and immediately feels regretful, face falling into a comical O-shape at his little frown. "Oh, don't feel bad! Magic folks don't really have farms, do they? It's such a funny concept when you really think about it - raising a bunch of animals in pens." She takes a sip of her milkshake, thick chocolate this time with fiery red sprinkles. "You could always come and visit mine, if you ever find yourself in Ireland! I'll send you photos of all the baby cows next time I'm back home. They're so cute. You'll die."
"I guess not. It doesn't make it any less embarrassing, though," Felton reasons, shrugging lamely. "I wish we did. That'd be cool, being able to see an occamy any time or a little merry band of nifflers. Maybe I can bring it up to my dad... see if he knows anyone that can bankroll a petting farm or a magical zoo..." he trails off. He hadn't thought about it before, but he thinks it would be very cool. "Yes! Please send the pictures! I mean, I don't want too be too eager, and it's okay if you don't, but - but you know - it'd be cool if you did," he continues, grinning at her briefly before he takes a sip of his iced coffee.
Even if she wasn't a Seer, she'd know that Felton's very insecure, but that's okay; she knows the feeling, and makes mental note to always make sure he feels included in future. Hell, she'll spend tutoring sessions just talking to him if that's what he needs. "Nothing wrong with eagerness," she grins, nudging him a little. "It just shows that you're interested. Speaking of pictures, hold this-" Before he has chance to react, she's shoved her milkshake cup into his empty hand so she can whip out her phone and flick to a photo of a baby cow that she'd taken a few days ago. "Look at him! His name's Mocha. I can't look at it for too long or I'll start crying with how cute he is."
Felton smiles a little, his cheeks turning a peach-y color as consequence. "Oh, that's adorable," he gushes, laughing softly when he sees the picture of Mocha. He can't believe there's muggle animals this cute. "He looks so small, too!"
"He is," she nods, beaming at Felton's reaction; to be fair, Mocha tends to elicit these strange noises and pink cheeks from everybody. "He's tiny, I can scoop him up and hold him like a baby. Muggle animals are cuter than magical animals - there, I said it! Except maybe nifflers. They're adorable."
"Mmm, I don't know. Snidgets give Mocha a run for his money. Have you ever seen one? They're endangered, but they're the prettiest. There's a few in the new sanctuary down in Lincliff City," he tells Billie, smiling. He'd been wanting to go for weeks, but hadn't had the chance. he didn't even know if visitors were allowed. "How big is he supposed to grow? Is he gonna look like a tiny baby forever?"
"He'll grow to be about four feet tall," she explains, "which isn't really that big. He'll be smaller than both of us!" She's never seen Snidgets, but the idea of going to Lincliff Zoo to visit a few is certainly one of the best she's heard in a while. "We'll have to go to the zoo and see some! I've never been to the zoo in Lincliff."
Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise; she didn't take this kid as one for bending the rules, but she certainly isn't complaining any time soon. "I like your thinking, mister," she smirks, practically giddy with excitement at the idea of it all. Being a Seer would play well into that, too - it's always helpful to know when you're about to get caught by a grumbling professor.
"Thanks, not a lot of people do," he replies, with a small smile and shrug. It's okay! It's not a sad comment, just an observation. "I look forward to it! I'll, uh, message you once classes start, to set those tutoring lessons up! What house did you say you were in?"
The phrase you practically own this place took her off guard and she briefly frowned, though it was a blink and you'd miss it moment. The opportunity to move up in the cafe, like becoming a proper manager, had arisen here and there but Caera turned them down, something never sitting right with her when she heard the opportunity. She couldn't tell you why-the idea of being able to run this place should be the most appealing idea in the world, but Caera said no each time. "You're so smart," she breathed out, "have I ever said that? I should tell you again-smartest man I know." Not like Caera had any man to give him competition, save for Percy. But Caera was biased in this department. "But you are right. That does make a lot of sense."
Erico was lucky he hadn't noticed Caera's ever so brief frown, if he had he probably would have stressed himself out with worrying about whether or not he offended her. "Well, I'd hope I'm smart. I'm not the head of wizarding technology for nothing." He said with a bit of a laugh as he took Caera's hand in his own. "But I'll admit, I do enjoy having my brains be commended so I wouldn't be against you continuing." He was joking, mostly. He wasn't that cocky that he could sit there and listen to himself be complimented. "Regardless, do whatever your heart is telling you to do when it comes to this place."
Caera knew the job was very important, she read about them briefly in the newspaper here and there but she always had to remind herself Erico was one of them, a big wig in the ministry. To her, he was just her Erico. Her stomach turned into butterflies when he held her hand, something that had kept consistent since they day they met, and smiled back at him. "Better I stop now, I can keep going and going if you let me," Caera pointed out, being quite serious when she said that-ask Titti, the girl was probably sick of hearing about Erico. "Can I be honest?" She asked after a moment, as her eyes looked around the store, her teeth biting her bottom lip.
Caera had a similar effect on Erico, though he wasn't necessarily good at verbalizing how it made him feel he could only explain it as a sort of firework like feeling. "Probably for the best, otherwise I'd end up feeling the need to compliment you more than I already do as well." Pausing for a second as Caera changed the subject, Erico sat up straighter in his seat. "Of course, is something on your mind?"
The way he sat up, already so attentive might have made Caera swoon if she wasn't about to tell him an all so dark secret. In truth, it wasn't really. It wasn't that big. It was just that when it came to her everyone associated her with baking. "I don't think I want to be a baker," Caera said, her voice steady and smooth which didn't quite resemble the way she was feeling. "I think I've been feeling it for a while and it's why I turned down being a manager. I just...I think people would laugh at me if I tell them that I don't want to become one and do something they wouldn't expect. You know what I mean?"
Erico, albeit planning on being supportive no matter what it was Caera had to confess to him, was still shocked when she spoke her truth. If you gave Erico a list of a hundred things Caera might have been wanting to tell him he would have placed that one at the very bottom of the list when it came to the likelihood of it. He did his best not to emote his shock and instead leaned in more attentively. "I get why you'd be worried to tell everyone... But if being a baker isn't what you're passionate about, then what do you want to do?"
"Animation!" Caera said with a beam, responding almost instantly, once again her attitude doing a one eighty. "I've been doing it for years but I only really considered LBC as a viable option and I didn't want to...you know, work there. So I've never really looked at it as a viable career and went to work here instead. I don't know if there's an animation studio anywhere here, though. Maybe GMN but I haven't done a lot of research. Look, look, do you want to see some of it?" She asked despite her hand going into her bag to pull out a tablet and turned on the on button.