Mera Aveline walked into the diner, a smile on her unearthly gorgeous features. Darcy Bastien /strolled/ into the diner, a smirk outlining the edges of his mouth. There was a difference in their mannerisms, but the way they stood appeared more similar than not. They shared a glance at the words, “We’re closed,” spoken by a pretty waitress, but when she changed her mind, they seated themselves in their usual booth. Noemie was absent, having complained of a headache an hour prior. Mera didn’t need to scan the menu. “I’ll have a strawberry milkshake and some onion rings, please.” She hummed, eyes already brimming with delight. Darcy jokingly rolled his before saying, “I’ll just have a cheeseburger.” His eyes gave the girl a once over, but he said nothing yet. Still, his smirk remained present.