Amelia looked across the street through the store window, the pretty florist there was arranging bouquets in the window of her shop and Amelia could have stared at her for hours. But as soon as she left the window to get rid of the old flowers Amelia took her break, she couldn't handle being surrounded by alcohol she wasn't allowed to drink when she was trying to mope. She put a note on the door and pushed open the door to the tattoo parlor next door. Inside she found the tattoo artist still looking across the street.

"She won't be coming back to the window until the end of the day you know,"

"A girl can dream,"

Despite her response, the lady turned away from the window to look at Amelia. The woman had long blond hair, sharp green eyes, more tattoos on her left arm than her right, two piercings in each ear, and a perpetual scowl on her face. Amelia smiled brightly at her.

"Are you drunk?"

"Why Alice, how could you ever suggest such a thing. Drinking on the job? I would never do such an outrageously irresponsible thing!"

"You have before you tosser,"

At that moment a certain pastry chef threw open the door before promptly falling against it to close it, sighing like a Disney princess. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, she had her purple jacket pulled tightly around her, and her cream-coloured skirt fell dramatically as she slid to the floor. Françoise draped herself into Alice's rolling chair and glided over to sit with them by the window.

"She bought macarons at my boulangerie yesterday,"

"What!?" Alice shrieked, "Why were we not informed of this earlier?"

Amelia looked out the window once again, blocking out the sounds of the other two women arguing.


Madeline wiped down the counter at the back of her store, and when she looked up she could see all three of the women who worked across the cobblestone street sitting by the window of the tattoo parlor. She smiled.


AN: I felt like writing about America and Canada but I tried to incorporate England and France and ended up writing this instead so... Yeah.