1 Splurging on a whim? Or not....

Celly didn't remember the last time she felt this hungry. The salty air perhaps could do wonders to one's appetite. The afternoon was gorgeous itself as well. A perfect pale indigo sky that had ditched the annoying clouds for the time coupled with that addictively ticklish breeze. She whiffed in the largest breath she could before exhaling with contentment. There were a lot of things swirling in her head. It was actually unfair to this innocent afternoon.There was no way someone could feel dampened on such a day!A wistful thought skittered across her mind

"What if this afternoon is actually a present wrapped up for me?" If it were then she was grateful. But that didn't stop her head from throbbing. It was a painful ordeal trying to coup up one's emotions. It hurt her everytime she tried. But it was her birthday and Cara was with her. The last thing she wanted was to have a grimace on her face. "C'mon, you're supposed to be enjoying." She instructed herself." Yeah, enjoying."

She forced a grin on her face as she turned to Cara.

"Hey supergirl,I think I'm hungry."

Cara snorted beside her. She had a petite figure, even for a fourteen year old. But her composure was surprisingly ladylike.

"Of all the things you could say on this lovely afternoon ?"

Celly smiled as she happily skipped in front Cara. Trying to put on her cutest face she leaned forward.

"What can I do, the sea air just TURNS ME UP!"

She did a little twirl flapping her arms as she said the last three words. Totally out character for her. But it helped stifle the memories of last night.

It was a beautiful moment where beautiful pre-teen girls were on a fretless birthday stroll, like they had no damn in the world.Celly acted as she should normally be feeling- a starry eyed gal who believes that being alive for experiencing the afternoon was the best thing to happen to her life.

It didn't take Cara long to understand something was off. For the long seven years she'd spent with Cellentine, she had never even imagined that she behave this whimsically. Cellentine Picara was silent,smart and mature. But the girl brining innocently before was seemeingly...jaunty.

"Well it is her birthday..." She speculated as she returned the grin with a beaming smile .

"Soooo, if you're gonna ask me to treat ya then we'll have to go skimmin' for seaweeds. I'm like literally broke."

Then Celly did something that made Cara certain that the sun has risen in the west today.

She made a cute gasping sound and dived forward to hug Cara.

"Aww, supergirl, you're so sweeeet." She squealed in a cutesey manner before letting go."But it's my treat today so all you have to do is smile pretty and say I'm the best girl in the world."

"You'll always be to me" was what Cara meant to say to the sparkling girl in front. But seeing Celly's face made her settle for a meek smile instead. Cellentine despised sugary hypocritical words.

"The usual place?"

"For what? Ruin my birthday?" Celly frowned smiling." We're splurging today, baby!"

Seriously,what had gotten into her Cellentine today? Anyway, perhaps this change is better? Cara kept smiling while an oddly enthusiastic Cellentine pulled her into a coffee shop nearby .

There was a tinging sound as the tentative duo stepped through the large mahogany door.

The atmosphere inside was a completely different dimension. It was tepidly warm and have out a languish vibe in contrast with the refreshingly energetic weather of the harbour. A rich creamy scent washed over their senses, a scent that they had never caught a sniff of. It was intoxicating, indulgent yet surprisingly strong. Cara and Celly stood near the door for a few seconds, frozen by the unknown interior incubated with a golden brown glow. They would probably keep standing there if a handsome man in waiter's cloths hadn't caught them.

"Well, what a surprise! And here we were thinking our afternoon was awfully silent."

He had a amiable smile plastered on his face." It seems we have a pair of rare customers,don't we?" He widened his smile while eyeing the girls for a response. Suddenly being approached, Cara blinked into sense but then again was tranced at having a gorgeous man talking to her. Celly, on the other hand tilted her head a slight. She wasn't tranced like Cara. She quite anticipated what this charming butler-on-hire was up to. It was her fault of stepping out of the boundary.

"El Cafè dè Monèro" was a place reserved for the rare elite, but unconscious cockroaches sometimes scrambled in. In fact, they had to kick a vermin out just yesterday. Even though Alfrd had a poker smile, looking at the girls he wished he could at least wrinkle his nose. It was such an abhorrence dealing with these.....creatures. And what was with that pesk with the scarf,eh? The way she calmly swept her eyes over him was uncomfortable and indignant. "Tsk!" Albert had to o bite his teeth to resist the urge to click his tongue.

"Well, little ladies, I'm sure this is a totally unintentional intrudence and you would of course be intelligent enough to-" "We're here for some latte"

"Tch!" The expression slipped out of Albert's tongue before he knew it.

The corner of Celly's lips twitched in a smirk. Her hand slipped through one of the many jumbled clasps in her skirt and pulled out a crumpled 300 crown note. "Pay usually comes after the food but I spoke this can be a, ah, rare situation."

"As if the likes of you deserve to be here." Alfred silently scoffed. But as long as the customer had money, it wasn't his place to be indignant.

He gingerly accepted the disgusting note and smiled after examining it thoroughly.

"Hmmm, well then,shall I lead these beautiful ladies?"

"Thank you but I'd rather you bring our orders first. If I'm not mistaken the amount should enough for two peppermint lattes and four cinnamon baked biscuits."

Alfred bowed shortly out of the plastic politeness sand trudged off. "Ugh, what humiliation! The others will never let this fall to the ground" he grit his teeth. Meanwhile, he also found it strange that two stray girls could be carrying this much money. He took a glance at the pair who had settled for an inconspicuous two seater near the live coffee bar and were cheerfully tittering-just like naive peasants do. But he couldn't shake of the uneasiness he felt towards the scarfed one, the one who did the dealings. Like, why did she wear that hideous scarf anyway? Well, as long as he could find something fishy about their money, the cafe would be able to bear this temporarily. And there was also the other option. With that, he closed the door behind him in a sinister relief.The insolent girls don't know what is the actual price for luxury for stray beings.