"Bianca! Bonjour!" Madame said with a smile, "I saw your doppelganger yesterday," she said.
"My doppelganger?"
"She looked exactly like you, mais she 'ad blonde 'air,"
"Oh, weird," Bianca couldn't imagine that there was someone out there who looked exactly like her.
"Yeah she was pretty cute too," Eric said, as though it was an afterthought.
"You saying I'm cute?" Bianca said with a wink.
"Yeah except this girl was nice," That received him a punch to the gut.
"Watch it," she said with a laugh. The day was passing smoothly, and Bianca's nightmare was a thing of the past.
"Bianca! Eric's crush is here!" Katie said, bursting Bianca out of her daydream, "Wanna do the honours?"
"Why not, I'll go see how much she really looks like me," she said, whipping out her notepad and walking towards table five.
"Can I take your order?" She said to the girl whose head was turned away.
Come on turn around!
"Excuse me, miss? Can I take your order?"
"Huh? Oh yeah I'll have a chicken breast and ceaser salad and a water to dri-," she stopped halfway through her word, and Bianca knew why. She was doing her best not to react the same way. Bianca wanted to scream, she wanted to hug her, she hadn't seen her in so long—she was certain she had moved to a different town or country.
"Buttercup?" she whispered, and Bianca remembered her nightmare, and she remembered that they have to keep their distance.
"No," she said, forcing a smile, "Bianca,"
Bianca served the food and waited in the kitchen, staring at the screen until it showed her leaving. With a sigh of relief she walked back into the restaurant.
"Looks just like you, huh?"
"Uncanny," she said sarcastically.
When Madame DeFranc dropped her off, Bianca headed to her home sombrely, wishing she had responded to Bubbles in a different way. She hadn't seen Blossom since Saturday, and she had no idea where to find her or Bubbles for that matter. Maybe they did live somewhere else, and were only just visiting. But who would want to visit Townsville, the headquarters of RRB? Especially if you were on the Most Wanted list.
The only explanation that made sense to Bianca was that they lived and worked somewhere in Townsville.
Would Blossom be mad if I started looking for her and Bubbles?
"Who are you getting all dressed up for?" Boomer asked.
"Nobody," Butch lied.
"Good, because you're supposed to visit that restaurant again today. Mojo said you thought it was good. What's different about this one?"
"I dunno I just like it, ok?" Butch said, spraying himself with cologne.
"There's a hot chick working there, isn't there?" Boomer asked, suddenly behind Butch.
"What? No! Why would you even think that?"
"The amount of cologne you're wearing is enough to kill numerous small animals,"
"It is not!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll love it,"
"You think so?"
"I knew it! Who is she?"
"I forgot her name,"
"Smooth move Butch. Then again, you've gotten away plenty of times for getting a girl's name wrong. I don't know how you do it," he said, turning back to his video game.
Except she's different. Butch wanted to say, but he knew he'd totally get punched for saying something so girly, even if it was the truth. When did he ever get nervous around a girl? Who was he, Brick?
He sauntered in, not even noticing the pack of girls behind him, because he was only focused on the one leaning against the counter.
"Hello babe," he said, winking. The girls behind him swooned, all assuming the wink was meant for them. She didn't even look at him.
He suddenly felt stupid. The man lead him to a booth big enough for all the girls, and Butch slid in the middle, not bothering to look at the menu.
"Hello sir, glad to see you back again," The way that sentence was dripping with unenthusiasm allowed Butch to know who it was without even looking. How did I not notice her? Oh man do I look good? I must look terrible.
"There are only three restaurants left open. It was a bit of eenie meenie minee moe," he said nonchalantly. Butch you're an idiot.
"We must be blessed then, that you have graced us with your presence," she was saying the words with a happy tone, but the sarcasm dripping behind them chipped at his ego.
"So are you just going to stand there and stare at me or are you going to ask for my order?"
"I don't know, are you just going to sit there and wait half an hour to respond to everything I say, or are you going to order?" She asked, smiling and tipping her head to the side.
"I'll have a che-,"
"Cheeseburger, a salad for your favourite of the day and water for the rest?"
He swallowed and nodded quickly.
She's different alright. No girl has ever been so mean.
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Bianca turned around and cursed whoever seemed to be messing with her.
He knew that time. He knew definitely. I was too nervous; he'll recognize me for sure.
She brought him his cheeseburger as she asked, "Who gets the salad today?"
"How can you be so sure after meeting me once—okay twice technically—okay technically three times—that I give salads to my favourite?"
"It took you an hour to come up with that?" she said, placing the salad to the girl on his right, and water to every other girl. In all honesty, Bianca had no idea if that was what he did normally. All she knew was that any second longer talking to him was a second longer. Any second longer and he would find out who she was, and this banter between them would soon turn into a deadly battle—one she would lose in seconds.
Author's note: yes, it's short, but that means more to come immediately! Because if I decide 'that's enough for now' I'll end on a realllllyy long chapter, so you guys have something to chew on :). And special thanks to twilight rose for joining the comment party. Bet you're all jealous. Bet you wanna join in. Don't worry, we're not exclusive...yet. Join now :D!