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Joker was striding through the mall, done with the few errands requested of him. His stomach growled in discontentment, reminding him that he had forgotten to eat lunch. Ahh, I wonder if I should go to grab some lunch..? He would have merely passed by the pink-hair girl window-shopping, had it not been for the similar jacket that had caught his eye. He paused temporarily, taking a moment to observe the young girl looking through the windows of the clothing stores. To be honest, while she looked vaguely similar to the girl that he had met -- with those flowing pink locks, Joker couldn't be entirely sure. She might be a different girl entirely. And that could be a different jacket. Or Dia could have easily discarded it at a thrift store, leaving another similarly looking girl to pick it up.

Serpierite, or Lacie to be more accurate, had specifically warned him not to become involved with Dia. And she had taken care to include anyone who resembled Dia. Especially if he wanted to stay safe, and if he had the common sense not to. His ears were still blistering with her admonitions, remembering her teal eyes burning with irritation. But sometimes, Joker liked to think he was flexible with both. And the fact that Joker couldn't easily leave people alone included Dia (even if she had nearly tried to kill him.)

"It's a nice store, isn't it?" He mused, stepping into the spot next to her. To be honest, he didn't know much about women's fashion; but it certainly didn't mean he didn't have some sort of taste. When she looked over, There was a bit shyness and embarrassness in his friendly expression as he just wanted to make sure, "I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was wondering do we know each other from somewhere? You look so familiar.."

But then the thought of his actions occurred to him- even though he had meant it innocuously, it was very easy to take it the wrong way."..Oh, but I'm not hitting on you!" He stepped back to give her enough room to be comfortable.

Her flustered face.. was a result of a stranger talking to her, perhaps? Before he had enough time to think about the issue, the accidental stumble and contact with the high school girls seemed to prompt his own frayed nerves. "Sorry!" He called out to them over his shoulder, his voice lost in their giggles. He didn't seem to have an idea for their reason for giggling, displaying the obtuseness of a man who wasn't used to female attention. or more accurately, he didn't think too much about female attention to discern their intentions.

The young girl's denial brought a rueful smile to his lips, realizing that he wouldn't meet that mysteriously girl again very easily. In a city populated by thousands of people, and hundreds of powered individuals, it was understandable. To bump into her on the street was asking for too much, wasn't it?

"Still, I'm sorry about this." He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous in her presence. "My name is Joker. It's nice to meet you.. Prissy?" There was a bit of hesitation with using such a personalized name, especially with somebody he had just met. But his handshake was warm enough.

At that particular moment, his stomach growled to remind him of his original dilemma. Joker looked a bit abashed to be caught in something so embarrassing. "As an apology, why don't you let me treat you to something?"

He let a curious gaze drift to their connected hands, along with a slight reddening across his cheeks. But he didn't pull away, instead, giving her a reassuring grin. It seemed that he was going along with her feigned innocence.

"Hmm." He let himself contemplate their destination. "What about the cafe around the corner?" It was a small store decorated in the style of warm brown furnishings and oak; the desserts, food, and coffee there were quite exceptional, as the store having been managed by the same owner for years now. The only problem, and reason for it's lack of popularity, was the owner who saw no need to make small talk or cater to customer's unreasonable desires. Once you had gotten past that, it was easy to be a frequent customer. And Joker was, from his cheerful greeting towards the staff.

Pulling out her seat, he waited until she was properly seated before taking his own."Order whatever you'd like." He told her as they were quickly seated. He certainly didn't resemble her rich crowd, like the sons and daughters of her father's associates. One could tell from his commonplace clothes were probably brought at the local department store. Or his manners -- from the way he took off his outer shirt and hung it on the back of his chair. But while he was frugal in general living, he certainly didn't have a problem with treating friends. His many jobs allowed him that luxury at least. And Joker placed a far higher value on the people around him, than on monetary items.

"And don't forget to eat the dessert here. I've heard from several female patrons that it's quite good." He couldn't help but advertise, not only was it genuinely delicious, but as a fellow waiter, it was all too easy to recommend food. And with nice company, he didn't see why not. Something in his easy manner said that no matter how much Prissy ate, he wasn't the type of guy to judge by those trivial standards.