Working Under Pressure

Evie found, as she often did these days, that she was bored. Her usual shenanigans around the campus were starting to get old, so today she found herself exploring around the city. She'd been on the island for a few months now, and while she was certainly getting used to the supernatural occurrences all around her, there were still many parts of the city that she wasn't familiar with.

Which was why, when she strolled into the richer part of town, she was surprised to find a name that sounded vaguely familiar. La Bussola. Didn't Angelo tell her that his dad had opened up this place? It looked a lot fancier than she expected on the outside. Not the kind of place she'd normally visit.

Then again, it was pretty late in the afternoon, and she was starting to feel hungry. And if Angelo was working today...

A little mischevious smirk spread on her face as she walked in through the door.

She looked very out of place in the classy restaurant, wearing a distinctive shirt and sweatpants, hands in her pockets as she peered around the interior.

@Romi

Evie's face seemed to light up as soon as she spotted Angelo, that devious grin spreading from her lips.

Messing around with Angelo was always fun. He was straight edged enough to where getting a real rise out of him felt like a challenge, but he also seemed like enough of a boy scout for Evie to feel reasonably confident that he wouldn't kick her ass over her shenanigans.

So, naturally, she wasn't about to pass up a chance to mess with him at work.

"Hey Angiiiiiiie!" Evie greeted him, stretching out his name like she always seemed to do. "You know me. I'm a party of one."

She casually crossed her arms behind her back, rocking on her heels, giving him a knowing look. No way was she planning on letting him get away with acting all oblivious.

"This is a real nice restaurant you got here Angie. Real fancy looking. I can't believe you never told me where it was! It's like you were trying to hide it from me or something. Is it because you didn't want me to see you in a uniform?"

She leaned for a little bit before adding,

"Because I do love a man in uniform, you know." She winked, teasingly, before breaking into a small giggle.

"Does that mean you don't have pizza here?" Evie gave an expression of mock horror. "What kinda rinky-dink operation are you running!?"

After getting over her apparent disappointment, she giggled at the little face Angelo was making before following after him, hands resting on the back of her head as she glanced around the restaurant. Inside the restaurant looked just as expensive as the outside, definitely outside her normal budget. Evie still didn't have a job, so she more or less lived off the allowance she got from the academy.

She was planning on spending her most recent check on more magic weed, but at the moment, blowing it all here seemed more fun.

"So what do you sell here anyway, Angie?" Evie asked, sliding into the booth seat that he directed her to. "Some fancy red wine with steaks covered in gold shavings or something?"

A lot of the geography lesson, admittedly, went right over Evie's head. She seemed to only be half paying attention to Jude's explanation as she searched around for a menu, peering at the prices for the things he was describing. Even if she had no idea what the heck things like a Sardenara were, she at least got the basic gist of it.

"Noooope. I have no idea what that is. But hey, if it's free I'll take it while I decide on the rest."

She was a tiny bit disappointed by the lack of people, making a scene was much less fun if no one was around to see it, but that also meant there were different ways to mess around. Evie rested both her elbows on the table, interlacing her fingers and using them to prop up her chin. She looked up at Jude, batting her eyes and smirking.

"How much will it cost to order a tall blonde leo to enjoy the food with me, Aaaaangiiiiie?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"Not excellent enough for you, apparently." She crossed her arms, pouting at him. "Come ooooooon Angie. You can't be that busy managing all these tables full of no one."

Evie scooted up to the corner of the booth, resting her back against it and propping her legs up on the seat, making herself nice and snug and comfortable. She broke a small chuck of focaccia from the strip, tossed it into the air and caught it in her mouth.

"Hmm," She considered the bread, chewing for a moment. "Not bad! Anyway, tell ya what. I'll get one of those fancy not-pizza's and a something with fish in it, and in the meanwhile, we can split this bread until more people start showing up."

She met that Look he was giving her with a smirk.

"Plus, you can keep me from messing around in your restaurant if you're watching me closely. Its a win-win for both of us."