.this is what you came for. cleo/naomi (clue}
Sept 5, 2020 18:26:26 GMT -5
Post by charade on Sept 5, 2020 18:26:26 GMT -5
cleo.
"Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams"
Of all the people that might have invited her out for brunch, she never would’ve expected Naomi to. She knew it was a part of the game, and obviously, the girl wanted something from her. Maybe some clout via association or for Cleo to put in a good word for her with the volleyball coach; something to that effect, but if she was being honest, it was a step above what she had expected Naomi to be capable of. How did the saying go? It was always the quiet ones? Rumor had it that Naomi was a busy-body.
The other girl was friends with Grady, or used to be or something. Cleo wasn’t sure. Grady had mentioned her a few times, and there were some pictures of their younger days in Grady’s house that she’d noticed the last time Grady’s parents had had her over for dinner, but the fact of the matter was that Naomi was unimportant to her. Boring even. What was her major again?
Oh right, singing. Yes, she’d mentioned that in homeroom. Had someone mentioned that she'd been hanging around Clara? No, that couldn't be right.
The café was a wonderfully upscale place, the kind that made their croissants fresh and had its eggs imported from district ten on a frequent basis. One of the ritzier places on the right side of district six. Naomi was full of surprises. Cleo spotted her when she walked in, sitting at a quaint little spot for two by the window. The hostess showed her to the table. Cleo slid into the seat and did her best to look unimpressed as she hung her purse on the back of her chair.
“Thank you so much for inviting me to brunch, Naomi.” She said with a deceitful smile. She wagged a finger in Naomi’s direction as she scanned the menu’s selection of savory crepes. “But we don’t really hang out now, do we? What’s this all about?” She was interrupted by the arrival of the waiter.
“Yes, I’ll have La Printaniere,” she said sweetly. It was a delicious combination of mushrooms, tomato, onion and swiss cheese with a béchamel sauce. “I’ll have a french vanilla latte as well.” She finished as she folded the menu over and handed to their waiter with a wink. He was kind of cute, in a dressed up sort of way.
Maybe she needed to convince Grady to start wearing bow ties.
She turned her gaze back to Naomi, arching an eyebrow questioningly.
“So, any particular reasons for this lovely little brunch date? Or did you just want to bask in my presence?” She laughed teasingly, but there was a hard edge to her words.