Private Finished At First Sight

So a long time. Olive gave him an interested look, then raised an eyebrow as he pushed one of the plates of cheesecake towards her. Was he...feeding her? She looked between him and the plate in mild confusion before he told her to grab another fork.

She considered refusing for a moment, but there had been a secret command behind his voice that told her she probably shouldn't, so she got up and fetched another set of silverware, unrolling it from the napkin and taking the fork back to the table.

He seemed to be enjoying what he was eating. It gave her a sense of satisfaction as she took a bite of the piece he'd offered her and chewed thoughtfully. "I've been here since I was born. Have you ever been off the island?" What was the world outside of Manta Carlos like, anyways?​

The same, everywhere? Huh. Olive contemplated this, she wasn't sure if she should take his word for it or not. She'd like to visit the outside world for herself one day, see the places she'd only read about in books. The capitals of the world. Paris. Rome. New York City. The world was a big place, and she wanted to see it all.

Her fork hit an empty plate and she looked down; she'd been blindly taking bites but hadn't realized how fast she'd eaten. "To be able to travel must be fun, though," she said, clearly interested in doing some traveling herself some day, if she could ever afford it. She supposed, in being a werewolf, she had a long time to do so.

"Olive," someone called to her from the back. Her boss. Olive looked up. "Closing up early tonight." Olive gave the older man a salute and smiled. She looked back at Paragon. "That doesn't mean you have to leave. Take your time. Can I get you anything else?"​

Olive nodded; she was a little sad to see him go, he'd been surprisingly good company considering how silent and hard he came off at first. She rose and went to print out his bill from the register behind the bar, making a point to only charge him for two of the cheesecakes instead of all three since one had gone to her, anyways. It wasn't like she was going to get in trouble for it; better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?

She slid the bill towards him and cleared the plates from the table. "Thank you for your company," she smiled and went to take the dishes to the back.​

She stopped and looked over her shoulder at him, pressing her lips together. "My mistake; just a minute," she knew better than to argue with a customer, especially this one, and especially when he was right.

Olive printed a new bill for him with all items accounted for and swapped the receipts on the table for him. "Sorry about that," she gave him a sheepish look from beneath her lashes. Well, she'd tried, at least.​