A/N: Originally written for monochrome week day 1: first date; this was a rushed entry, but I hope it still manages to entertain.
Blake sighed, leaning back in her chair. She raised her arms above her head, stretching and glancing around at the nearly empty coffee shop. Usually, she preferred to write at her shared apartment, but after encouragement from her roommate, she decided a change of scenery could provide inspiration for her novel.
Having sat at the same spot for a few weeks now, she found that she rather appreciated the ambience Beacon CFVY House provided. The owner and employees made sure that everyone felt welcome, and it helped that the food served was delicious. During her time spent observing, Blake noticed the shop had quite a few regular customers. Aside from her roommate, who would drag her along with her younger sister, she noticed a stunning white-haired woman who seemed to know the owner and visited often enough for Blake to expect her entrance nightly.
Shaking her head to clear it of distracting thoughts, she frowned upon glancing back at her work. The deadline with her editor was approaching soon, but she couldn't figure out how to continue with the romance subplot she had added recently. She hadn't had many positive experiences previously in that regard and crushing on a stranger was not helping matters. Just as she was scrutinizing over her draft again, she heard the familiar chime of the bell and looked up, expecting to see the familiar sight of her crush in a blouse and skirt combo of some sort.
Instead, she inhaled sharply and immediately grabbed her teacup to hide the blush quickly spreading across her face. Blake liked to think that she was a person capable of incredible self control, but it seemed that seeing a woman in a suit was able to hinder that. She attempted to remain inconspicuous as she watched the woman striding up the counter and order something she rolled her eyes at.
"Rich people," she thought. Sure, her crush was attractive, but she hadn't ever thought too highly of the wealthy.
Returning her attention back to her novel, she resigned herself to another late night when she heard footsteps approach. Very familiar footsteps, in fact. They sounded just like-
"I couldn't help but overhear your earlier comment and wanted to know if you had an issue with me that I was unaware of."
When Blake recovered from her shock, she looked up and met the piercing gaze of a familiar woman who was clearly expecting an answer. Turns out she spoke out loud after all. She finally understood what her dad was trying to tell her when he said that first impressions mattered.
Swallowing past her nerves, she shrugged and attempted to look unruffled.
"It's just, there's a lot of places to get coffee. Did you come here to show off for us plebeians?" She couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice and narrowed blue eyes indicated that it was certainly noted.
The woman huffed and exclaimed, "You don't even know me. How can you say that?!"
"Then maybe we should get to know each other."
A moment of silence. Two sets of surprised eyes and light blushes.
Blake thought she saw the woman do a quick once-over over her, but when she blinked, the woman's eyes had returned to a curious gleam instead.
Finally, the woman smirked and asked, "Well, who am I to refuse such an offer?" She took Blake's napkin, wrote a scroll number, and placed her personal business card on top.
After she left, Blake picked up the card and read it, wanting to at least know what she had gotten herself into. Her eyes widened at CEO, and she gasped when Weiss Schnee was printed neatly underneath the title.
Well, she did need to get past her writer's block somehow.