Blind Date?
She was calm as she sipped her coffee while listening to her friend. Despite the fact her current coffee buddy, a bubbly woman with headphones hanging over her neck and drinking tea, suddenly told her about being set up on a blind date, she was calm. Despite being told to settle down with someone by the said woman who's a famous DJ and currently dating her sister, she was calm and reserved.
"I'm telling you, Jeanne, you need to get out and date women! You've been single for a year after Raven there broke your heart," the DJ, Ilse, said with a teasing grin.
Jeanne rolled her eyes and placed her cup on the table, facing Ilse with a charming smile. "I would like to let you know that my darling little bird didn't break my heart. She made it soar by telling me we are better to be confidants than lovers," she explained suavely.
The DJ rolled her eyes and leaned back on her seat. "Pft! You got friendzoned. Admit it. Plus, Yuki said you cried too." She grinned teasingly.
"Shush you." Jeanne gave Ilse a weak pointed glare. "Seriously, cara mia, my darling little bird and I are better off as friends and I didn't regret my confession to her as well."
"Then stop with the stalling and say yes already! I swear you will like this person I'm setting you up with!" Ilse said excitedly. She took a sip of her Matcha drink while waiting for her companion's answer.
"If I say yes to this, will you stop bothering me?"
Ilse nodded, savoring her tea.
"Then alright," Jeanne answered. The noticed Ilse grinning and decided to add her own terms in the offer. "If I end up in a disaster date, I'll make sure Yuki won't be able to watch any gig of yours for a month, comprendre?"
The DJ pouted but slowly nodded in agreement. "Ja, ja. So I'll send you the details so look sharp—"
"Excuse me, I always look sharp." Jeanne raised brow and gestured her attire. Red and black suit with a black form-fitting vest.
"—yes, sorry about that. Just be your charming self. Ja?" the DJ grinned widely.
Jeanne felt goosebumps when she saw the grin. Her guts told her that it would end up badly. But for the sake of her sister and her closeness with Ilse, she, despite being reluctant, nodded. "Oui. I'll be there."
"And don't be late!"
"I won't, sheesh…"
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"Merde! I'm late!" Jeanne cursed heavily yet lowly at how she forgot about the blind date because she was helping out Raven in the café. The only reason she remembered the date when Raven reminded her of it.
Rushing to the restaurant that Ilse told her a few days ago, with a bouquet of assorted flowers on hand, she stepped inside the restaurant and looked for her blind date. All Ilse told her that her date would be garbed in black and with something blue on her attire. Looking around the grandeur place, she saw several men wearing black and some women in black but dining with someone else, and dismissed the idea of them being her blind date. Scanning the place some more, she saw a tinge of blue by the side of the restaurant and looked at it carefully.
Jeanne noticed the blue necktie among the darkness of the clothing. From where Jeanne stood, she confirmed that the woman was alone and from there, she deducted that the woman was her blind date. Smoothening her suit, and ensuring her flowers were still alive, she grinned and approached the lone woman.
"Ah, excuse me for being late…" Jeanne said softly, sitting at the opposite seat from the woman in black suit. Her breath hitched when the woman looked at her with a raised brow and cold looking eyes. As if silently asking her what she was doing there. She carefully drank the woman's facial features and couldn't help but mentally admire her.
Steely questioning gaze that looked at her as if reading her soul.
A scar on the left side of her face, from forehead down to her cheek, that showed mystery and sexiness.
Short hair with undercut, making Jeanne's hand twitch with the need of running her fingers over it.
It was like the tension within the restaurant rose and became thick when Jeanne sat down. That the men around them looked at the two women until the woman in black raised her hand a bit as if it was a signal to stand down.
Oblivious from the men eyeing both of them, Jeanne sheepishly apologized once again for being late. "I had some shift at the café I work at and completely forgot I had this blind date. I'm Jeanne by the way," she said with a carefree grin and handed the woman in front of her the bouquet of roses. "And these are for you, mademoiselle,"
"Ah, grazie," said the woman in black suavely, raising a brow at the flowers given to her. She looked at Jeanne then at the flowers, then back at Jeanne who has a smile yet waiting expression on her face. "Mi scusi, I'm Noire." She smiled politely at Jeanne and focused on her.
Jeanne tilted her head, translating the accent and language of the woman named Noire. "Wow, I didn't expect that Ilse knows someone Italian women. Let alone as beautifully dangerous looking as you. If I've known sooner, I would've agreed to that DJ's offer." Jeanne said with a playful grin.
Hearing the name 'Ilse' made Noire curious and how the woman with a French accent called her 'beautifully dangerous' with a grin somehow made her heart skip a beat. "Indeed. That brat's full of secrets. Such is having acquainted with someone like you." She eyed Jeanne skeptically, feeling a slight flirtatious vibe from her. "Care to tell me how you've known Ilse?"
The barista chuckled. "Well, she's actually dating my little sister, Yuki. And she's been going to the café I work at, Raven's Nest, ever since she met my sister too. So we became friends," she explained with a cheery smile.
Noire listening to Jeanne's story with a glint of interest in her eyes. She found it quite intriguing how relaxed and lively the woman is when telling a story. "I see. So that's where she goes when she says she wants coffee. And to think she set you up on a blind date."
"Well at first I didn't want to, but she's very persuasive."
"Si, that she is." Noire nodded in agreement.
"But now, I think I'll savor it. Whatever the outcome of this date with a lovely woman such as you, Noire, it would definitely be worth it." Jeanne winked at Noire playfully. She noticed how the woman in a suit cleared her throat, a slight pink tinge decorating her cheeks. "So how did you met that DJ?"
After clearing her throat, feeling a bit warm on the cheeks, Noire offered to order some food and continue to get to know each other. It was a date and she was sure that it involves knowing a bit more than a name.
So Jeanne told Noire about her job at a café and how it funds her travels all over the world. The traveler showed her pictures of her endeavors, told her stories about her encounters in the café, and two women named Yuki—the sister and Raven. With that, Noire deducted that Jeanne's life revolves around family, work, and leisure.
"So? What about you, miss Italian." Jeanne propped her arms on the table and rested her chin on her knuckles. "Tell me about yourself." She was intrigued about the mysterious-looking woman—especially her scar.
Noire hummed softly and decided to entertain Jeanne's question. "Well, I'm a business woman, though my business is more on the manpower side. I only have one family—if we are to call it that—and that's Ilse who I'm surprised to be dating someone now." She grinned in amusement. "I'm certain you're curious of my facial scar as I've noticed your eyes shifting to its direction. The answer to why I had an accident with one of my business deals and here is the reminder of it."
All Jeanne could do was whistle in awe. "Mysterious even telling something about yourself," she said jokingly. She was about to ask more when she felt something vibrate from her pocket. She took out the vibrating device, her phone, and raised a brow upon reading the caller's name as 'Ilse'. "Ah excuse me, I have to take this," she said, getting up without waiting for Noire's reply.
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As soon as Jeanne was away from Noire, in the restroom to be exact, she checked her phone again and answered the call. "To what do I owe this pleasure of you calling me?" Jeanne asked Ilse with a singsong voice. She was feeling good, despite the short conversation with Noire, about the whole blind date and here the matchmaker was checking up on her.
"Hey, Jeanne! Sorry about the call. That blind date I was telling you about, Eliza, called and said she can't make it to your date. I know you probably forgot about it anyway but just to make sure, she won't be coming to the restaurant."
Jeanne's smile turned to a confused one. "Eliza? I thought you set me up with a woman named Noire?"
"What do you mean Noire?! Wait, is this Noire woman wearing a suit and has a scar on her face?!"
Jeanne could hear the slight panic from Ilse's tone. "Oui, and I have to admit, it's rather ho—"
"Scheiße! Wölfe, I didn't set you up with her! Scheisse she will kill me!"
Before Jeanne could ask further, the call was ended and left her confused even more. She pocketed her phone and headed back to Noire to ask about the whole blind date.
As soon as Jeanne's a few feet away from Noire's table, she noticed how the woman in a sharp suit was standing with three men behind her.
"I do hope everything's well." Noire said with a tone of concern in her suave voice.
Jeanne stood before Noire, not minding the three men behind her. One of them was holding the bouquet. "Ilse called." She noticed Noire nodding. "That little DJ told me that my date didn't show up and her name's Eliza and not Noire." She pointed out with a curious expression on her face.
Noire nodded again, bearing an amused smile. "Si, I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case. Then again, you assumed and who am I to decline a sudden blind date with a woman such as you."
Jeanne rolled her eyes but grinned at Noire. "Likewise. A very interesting surprise."
"However, I have to cut our date short, there are personal matters I need to attend to. Fret not, I've paid for everything." Noire approached Jeanne and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I do hope we meet again, Jeanne. You're a wonderful company—stories and presence," she said softly before leaving with the three men in black.
"That was… Ohhh! Wait until I get my hands on that DJ!" Jeanne whispered, clicking her tongue and leaving the restaurant as well.
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The next day, Jeanne was having coffee with Ilse who was continuously apologizing yet blaming her for the mix up.
"For the record, it's not my fault you dated someone else."
"Indeed, but it's your fault for not telling me sooner about the blind date ditch." Jeanne said while cleaning the shot glasses she used for the espresso. "Anyway, I'm curious, is there a chance for me to see Noire again? She's rather interesting."
Ilse shrugged and looked away from Jeanne, leaning on the counter. "Well, she's interesting, ja, but yeah meeting her again… kinda uhm…" she was struggling to say the possibility of the two meeting again. Considering Noire's business and serious personality over Jeanne's up and hyper one. "You see, Noire's kind of—"
"'Kind of' what, brat?" a suave voice interrupted Ilse, making both the DJ and the barista looked at where it came from. A woman with a scar on her face and dressed in a black suit.
Noire.
"What have you been telling about me, brat?" Noire asked, standing near the pickup counter.
Ilse rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, sticking her tongue out to taunt the new comer. Jeanne however, was in awe that she was once again seeing the woman she thought to be her blind date.
"You're… here?" Jeanne asked, unable to stop herself from grinning.
Noire nodded. "Si, I'm here. Heard from a woman last night that this café serves the best coffee the city has to offer," she said with a small amused smile. "Though I'm rather interested with the barista than the coffee."
"coughcheesylamecough"
The barista ignored Ilse's coughing comment and focused solely on the woman she thought as her blind date. "Well, you can have both if you want. Just give me a few minutes and I'll work on your order."
"Alright."
"Oh and this time—" Noire raised a brow at the barista. "This is an actual date."