Scarlett's POV

As I was finishing my cookies another platter dropped down in front of me, I looked up to find that it was Freya who brought the cookies. I looked up at her questioningly; she was sporting a large grin.

"Congratulations! You're the hundredth customer since our grand re-opening!" She exclaimed happily, throwing her arms open wide. I soon heard a tiny bit of cracking coming from her headset as she walked away. I turned back to the new plate of cookies and smiled, I loved when I got free food. I looked around the café and was surprised only find myself, Freya, and that white-haired girl. Weird.

Emilia's POV

I honestly don't even know why I came here in the first place. I'm not sure, I was just out for a walk, and saw this dinky little café. Seemed fine enough, but as soon as I got in I was assaulted by the sound of thousands of giggling girls. I requested a table in the back, and thankfully the giant of a woman, whose name I neglected to remember, hosting lead me to a nice solitary table where I ordered mint ice cream and their best tea. The service was of very high quality despite there being only one waitress and that this was a peasant's establishment. I was actually enjoying my ice cream that had been forcibly slammed into my table for whatever reason, I was not startled by the disturbance though, or I at least have no sign of it. Those classes mother and father paid for were finally put to use.

Halfway through my meal, a small red-headed girl received the same treatment food of delivery that I had, yet she clearly was not prepared for it. The absurd tower she had been building had toppled easily, but instead of salt and pepper she had been using spilling to the floor, she quickly shot out her hands and grabbed them easily. I was impressed, but I had a reputation as the sophisticated (read, bratty) rich girl to uphold.

She passed my table on her way back to her's, and I whispered, "I bet that weird girl is American." I saw her turn to look at me with shock on her face, didn't she know if you made a scene in a public place people would notice? She sat back down at her table and glared at me. Why was she glaring? Did I say something mean? How could simply guessing where she came be from rude? If anything, she was the rude one, immediately assuming I said that out of malice.

Tch, why did I care what a nine year old had to say about me, and not just a nine year old, a nine year old who was a commoner?

"Hello miss," Oh, the giant was back, "is everything to your liking?"

"It's fine," I replied simply, the ice cream was good, or I think it was, I don't eat sugary things often, they could ruin my figure.

"Do you need me to get you anything else?" The hostess asked smoothly, from behind me. I refused to turn around, if she wanted a face-to-face conversation she would just have to move herself.

"I'll have some more tea," I responded as I brought a small scoop of ice cream to my red-painted lips.

"Of course." She left; I felt a small stinging sensation on my scalp, but elected to ignore it.

A little while later, after watching many customers slowly filter out of the café, I still haven't gotten my tea. Typical lower class establishments.

The only patrons left in the café were that red-haired girl and myself. I saw the hostess approach the girl's table with a plate of cookies. So she could get the little kid her food but not me? What if that girl didn't have any money? Her clothes certainly made it seem like that. And shouldn't kids be accompanied by an adult?

"Here's your tea, miss," Finally, took her long enough.

Scarlett's POV

This place is nice, maybe if I get enough money I can invite Lori here, I mean we haven't gotten many chances to hang out this summer... Though this place has a really... avian scent...

"Hello you two," I was broken out of my thoughts by an unfamiliar voice, followed by Freya and a Chinese woman suddenly appearing. "There's something really important we'd like to discuss with you."

The eldest of the two suddenly smacked the youngest on the back of the head and dragged her away, and in that moment I was reminded of when my mom would scold me for something. The white-haired girl and I shared a look of confusion, or, at least until she seemed to school her expression back into one of apathy.

Suddenly my beanie, that really made me look more like a hipster than my glasses, was ripped forcefully from my head. My hands flailed desperately to try to retrieve it, but the thief held it out of arms reach, which wasn't very hard considering that both suspects were easily six feet tall. I wasn't surprised to find that it was Freya who stole it, the Chinese woman didn't seem the type.

"Hey," Freya looked and sounded utterly thrilled at something, I really didn't know what though, because I was far too busy trying to reclaim my beanie. "I think there might be something on your head."

My hands shot to the top of my head, desperately hoping what I thought she was implying was not true. However, if the look of awe that Freya's friend was giving me and the look of horror I was receiving from the white-haired girl were anything to go by it probably was true.

It was.

"Scarlett Kline," Freya started, dropping my now-forgotten beanie back on my head, "you're going to be part of the group that saves the world." She lazily turned her head to look at the albino girl, "Same goes for you, Emilia Ruusu."

The albino girl, Emilia, seemed to have gone into some sort of shock, sitting completely still, staring at nothing with a look of surprise on her face.

"I apologize," The black-haired woman finally decided to speak up, "what my colleague means to say is that you two are Mews. My name is Liu Li, and this arrogant idiot-"

"Rude." The addressed interrupted.

"-is Freya Takahashi. We both would like to welcome you two to Protect New Mew. Now, questions?"

I rose my shaking hand, "Y-yeah, what's a Mew?"

Short chapter. Sorry, just needed to introduce Emilia a bit, and I felt that was a good place to leave off.