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Tristan was downtown, woefully staring into his wallet. He'd been wandering town, window shopping for the last hour. And by the time he'd realized he was broke, he was ready for lunch. He'd never been in this situation before. He was well taken care of, always had more than enough to eat when he was home. This was awkward. The minun didn't have an official job yet, so the money he earned acting on the street depended on the day and the kindness of the onlookers.

He had hoped he would have enough to buy a burger or something, something cheap and something tasty, even if it wasn't particularly healthy. His younger sister would have been disappointed in him.

When he was tapped on the shoulder, Tristan whirled around, startled. He was normally prepared to play the part of any character asked, if he knew it well enough, but this guy wasn't asking for a line from Shakespeare. Plans for lunch? Uh... "Well, no..." he began, awkwardly. Just what did the other guy want? Eat him up? What? "I'm not sure I'd taste very good," he decided.

Was that the right answer? Was the guy being literal? Was he--no, he knew what this was. The guy was flirting with him! How was he supposed to react?

Tristan hesitantly took the other boy's arm. Well, if nothing else, it seemed he would get a free lunch out of this. "Thank you," he said, gratefully. He'd been hungry, after all; he was glad he'd met the guy. "I'm Tristan," he added, as an after thought. It probably would have been better to introduce himself before accepting the guy's offer.

"What place is your favorite?"

Aybliss, that was a strange name. Not stranger than names he'd read before, but it certainly wasn't common, was it? He gave a nod; he thought he knew what dinner the boy was indicating. "Alright," he agreed.

He felt himself flushing, and he turned to face the other boy. "I wasn't pouting!" he protested immediately. He hadn't been! He'd been upset, that was all! "I was just unhappy. I didn't make enough for a good lunch and--I wasn't pouting, okay?" He was definitely pouting now.

Tristan wasn't sure how to react; this was something new, something real. When acting, he could be anyone he wanted to be, do anything he wanted. He could have been Oberon, he could have been Romeo, he could have been Superman if he wanted, but this. He slipped out of the other boy's arms. He wasn't sure he could do this; and this guy, he kept coming onto him. Him, Tristan! Not one of his characters. It would have been easier that way.

"Er. Yeah, and I think I should go--er, thank you for the lunch offer--" He hesitated. "I er. I think I hear my mom calling. Yeah." He almost wished she was. Dea was too far away, though. Maybe one of his siblings would come help him?

That--That was something he could sympathize. He knew how it was, being alone. For a long while, he had thought he preferred that to having a family. He'd begged Jayme to take him away from the family he now loved. He'd learned how to enjoy the company of people; but he was closest to the person he once believed he loathed most of all.

"One date," he agreed, blushing. He'd never gone on a date before, but he at least understood the concept. "Maybe more, if it goes well." Hey, who was he to throw away chances? He'd done it before. He didn't want to make that mistake again.

Tristan liked sitting on the outside; he liked to have easy access to napkins and other things they might have needed. "I'll sit here," he said. That way, he wouldn't have to ask to be let out. "Really, they do?" he asked, smiling. While icecream sounded good, he was really hoping they had some kind of sandwich on the menu. Maybe a turkey melt or something equally as good. "Lunch and dessert?"

Were all dates like this? This was kind of nice. He was getting lunch, and he was making a new friend.

This guy was certainly generous! And to someone he'd just met on the streets, too. Tristan had grown up, for the most part, in a rough neighborhood. He never would have trusted some random guy he'd met on the streets there. This place, it was different though. He was less likely to be caught by a gang member, and apparently more likely accosted for a date.

He opened the menu and found the section Ayabliss was looking at. "I'll have their turkey melt," Tristan said, beaming at Aya. "It's really okay to have icecream, too?"