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She thought it would be an enjoyable dinner. She thought it would be quiet. She thought many things. But now, all the classy brunette could think was 'oh god, oh god, oh god, make it go away.' Nathan Darrow was like a bad pimple that was easily popped, but would show back up even bigger and pussier than before. He was rotten.

"You know," she began, "as much as I enjoy our times together, and believe me, I do, there's a time and place for everything." Elegancia smiled at the waiter, who was staring at the two of them expectantly.

He asked if they were dining as a date.

"No, no, we're not. He'll be leaving soon. Hopefully." Elegancia looked back up at the waiter, then threw him a look of condescension. "Could you, like, go away for a bit?" She snapped her fingers away from her body, trying to get him to leave them be.

Elegancia reclined back in her silky chair, crossing her arms and looking at Nate expectantly. "Anyways, what is the pleasure today?" How did he even see her? This was the last time she would take a window seat. As she waited for a logical response from Nathan, she began to recall how... embarrassed she felt when Nathan's goofy-self waltzed in, throwing such a hell-raising look at her.

What was it that he wanted? A good meal? Money? She could indulge in the latter, but wasn't too sure about the former.

There was nothing she could do, of course, but get huffy and make angry faces at Nate. "And what, exactly, do I owe you for?" The brunette wanted to throw the biggest temper tantrum in the world, but because she was in such a public place with many watchful eyes of the upper-class, Elegancia decided against it. Maybe the whole 'kill with kindness' approach would work on Nate? She'd have to wait and see.

"But that doesn't matter, now, does it? The present is that you're here, and here we are, dining together." She choked back the need to throw a glance of hate at Nate, feeling the heat seethe in her brain since it couldn't escape out of her eyeballs. "Anyway, how are you today? Robbed any good stores? Exploded any city property?"

Elegancia snapped her fingers once more at the waiter, who was dealing with another customer, and then hollered in his direction. "Sir, sir, we're ready, sir!!" After a sufficient amount of wait-time, the man made his way over to their table. "Uhm, yes, I'll take the coq au vin and pomegranate juice," she paused, then continued, "and I'm not sure if I'll want dessert or not. Check back with me." She then waved a soft hand in the direction of Nate, to signify that it was his turn to place an order.

Ohhhhh, how kind of him! What a gentleman! How could Elegancia ever forget that he was keeping her deep, dark secret? The very same one that she was keeping for him? She brought a hand to her chin and sighed into the palm of her hand, through a look of pure hatred at Nathan. His very presence irked all of Elegancia's buttons-- the bad ones. If idiocy was given a human form, Nathan was it. So maybe her faux-kindness act wasn't working, that was just fine.

Acting wasn't her forte, anyways.

When Nate ordered one of everything off the menu, she dropped her mouth incredulously. She could afford it, of course, but it was just the principle of the matter. She didn't want to pay for it, that's what mattered! Unfortunately, the waiter was off, his head hanging in worry. Would he be able to bring everything out properly? Luckily, it wasn't so much the fact that they had quantity, but quality.

"You dolt!! Whatever you're doing, it's not working!! You have my secret, yes, but I have your's too!!" She slammed a fist onto the table, then continued as calmly as she could, "fine, fine. Fair's fair, right? If I pay for this meal, do you promise to leave me alone? You can dine as much as you'd like, then that's it. I never want to see your face again. Deal?"

"All of those nasty things you said aside," she spoke calmly, "I think we can have an enjoyable meal together, don't you? I mean, it's not like it would be too unheard of--" she trailed off, then began subaudibly, "we, as sailor soldiers, ought to be nice to eachother, right?" She sounded unsure of herself, as if she didn't have confidence in her statement. Not in the least. "C'est la vie!"

Elegancia crossed her arms and looked at Nate in disdain, his clunky shoes up on the table-- was he bereft of any humanity?! Honestly, this was a five-star restaurant, and she'd be damned before she was asked to leave and never come back again. She'd have to act soon, though, since people of the upper class were all staring and chattering amongst themselves, like they always did. For once, the snooty booty took it upon herself to do something than shoot her mouth off. Pushing her chair out and standing up, Elegancia waltzed over to Nathan's side of the table. In as swift and elegant a movement as possible, Elegancia pulled Nate's chair back, grabbed his legs, and placed them on the floor daintily. She then leaned over his chair and over his shoulder, stuck a finger in his cheek, and said, in as threatening of a tone she could manage: you will behave. You will.

In a minor haughty huff, Elegancia trotted back to her chair and smiled daintily at Nate. Perfect timing, too-- three waiters were approaching with their exquisite (and entirely superfluous) meal-- "oh, good! I'm absolutely staved. You'd better enjoy it, Nathan."

Disregard, disregard, disregard, Elegancia told herself. It wouldn't do to throw a tantrum in such a fabulous restaurant, especially since she already had Nate going against her. She watched angrily as the waiters placed plate by plate, soup by soup, and basket by basket of food onto their table. It certainly wasn't elegant, and people continued to stare and whisper amongst themselves. The only thing she could do was look about and smile, then look at Nate. She'd have too look away immediately, of course, lest she made such a face of hate and disgust that Nate would melt away into smithereens of pure focused Elegancia hatred.

"I don't care what you say," she began, "we're going to have a lovely night. I'll make sure of it." Elegancia was scheming. Oh, boy, was she scheming. as the waiters flounced off to do whatever it was that they did in the back (mainly b***h about customers), the brunette watched Nate figuratively 'dig in' to a plate of food. She had never understood that phrase, since she had only been around people with proper dining manners, but after seeing Nate gorge himself, she truly understood what it meant. And then she knew what to do.

Eying a bowl of pea soup, Elegancia inched a hand closer to it until she pulled it in front of herself. She did so as skillfully as she could manage without Nate noticing, which wasn't too hard between him munching away and hiding behind the myriad amounts of food on the table. Then Elegancia picked up a tiny trinket of salt, poured the entire thing into the pea soup, and smiled diminutively.

"You know, Nathan," she said meekly, "I would really like this soup right here... It's my favorite..." It was disgusting how much Elegancia was beginning to get used to Nate. She knew that once those words left her mouth, the pea soup would be the very next thing he'd want to eat.

Elegancia slapped the spoon away, pea soup splattering on the floor next to their table. Oops! "You didn't let me finish what I was going to say!!" She began to think, as quickly as possible, for a solution to the scheme she had concocted. As sweetly as humanly possible for Elegancia, she continued, "what I wanted to say was that... It's my favorite, and I want you to experience it as well. It is truly exquisite."

Master work! Artisan, in fact!

"Yes, so, take another spoonful, and quietly slurp it down... You'll find how delicious it is... Scrumptious, in fact!" Elegancia reclined in her chair, smiling at Nathan coyly. She'd be laughing soon, no doubt about it. Hopefully he'd think twice before taking advantage and sullying her social status next time! Nathan really did need a lesson, too-- obviously, his parents weren't fit to give him one.

For whatever reason, Elegancia went red in the face. Not beet-red, but rosy red. "Well, Nathan," she began quietly, "I've already tried it. I... I don't see why we both have to enjoy it..." It wasn't so much the fact that Elegancia had tainted the soup that bothered her, it was Nate's suggestion. As a matter of fact, she was so flustered that she had forgot that she had even poured an entire trinket of salt into the soup. Looking at his mouth, which involved his lips, Elegancia rolled her eyes in embarrassment.

"Honestly, don't you have any, like, boundaries? But... whatever." First, Elegancia grabbed the spoon out of his hand and put it into her's. She wouldn't be letting him stick that in her mouth-- gross! His cooties were the last thing she wanted. Yes, Elegancia still believed in cooties. After, she picked up her own spoon and handed it to him. "On the count of three, okay? And no shoving it in my nose! I'll get mad!"

She dipped the spoon into the soup, held it up, and prepared to feed it to Nate...

She puckered her lips in disapproval. Nate's charm (if you could call it that?) must have been lost on Elegancia at that moment, as she pushed his hand away the moment she slurped down the soup he offered her. "Blech!! What were you thinking?! It was obviously tainted, or are you like. Mentally incapacitated?!" Reaching towards a glass of water in a hurry, wanting to get the awful taste out of her taste buds, Elegancia accidentally tipped the cup over, resulting in a spill across the table. "Now look what you made me do, you jerk!" Of course, the brunette snapped her fingers at a waiter to come clean the mess up.

"Are you ever nice? I mean, really, why are you even here?" For whatever reason, Elegancia had reached her breaking point. Every girl had one-- it hadn't been met the time on the highway that resulted in her missing her spa date, nor the time she was thrown into a lake, nor the time when she was essentially blackmailed-- but now, when he ruined her high-profile dinner, her breaking point was broken. But what could she do? Cry? He'd probably like that! But why was he able to get under her skin so easily? Not even a youma could bother her so much! "Is there something about me? Something I've done to you?"