React and Interact
Pair: Marie/Rolf (friendship)
Requested by UnluckyAmulet
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Marie sighed, watching as the hostess sat some lone guy in her section and waved at her before she returned to the front. Marie only scowled back. Singles were such shitty tippers. Bearing this in mind and preparing to flirt the guy's brains out if she had to, Marie adjusted her uniform polo and sashayed over to the table. "Hey, my name is Marie, I'm gonna be- Rolf?"
Rolf's head snapped up from his furious study of the menu. "You cannot be Rolf. I am the son of a shepherd Rolf." He insisted.
"No, dingus, it's me, Marie," Marie repeated, "We went to school together?"
Recognition lit behind Rolf's eyes and he grinned up at her. "Ah, yes, amorous Kanker girl, Rolf remembers you now!" He announced, his accent thick as ever.
"Yeah, man. What are you doing here?" Marie asked, propping a hip against the side of the table.
"I have come in for a meal. Rolf has not had your local fare in many a moon." Rolf replied, flapping the menu against the table.
Marie rolled her eyes. "No, I mean, what're you doin' back here. In fu- friggin' Peach Creek. I thought you went back to… wherever you're from after graduation."
"Ahh," Rolf nodded, "Yes, Rolf's family did return to the homeland after I obtained my American high school degree. But Rolf has returned!"
A few guests, as well as the hostess, glanced over at Rolf's outburst, but seemed to decide there was nothing of interest going on and soon turned their attention away. "I can see that," Marie cocked an eyebrow, "But why? It's so lame here. I'd give my left ti- uh. Foot. To be just about anywhere else."
If Rolf noticed Marie's fumbled attempts at not spewing profanity in the middle of the restaurant, he gave no indication. "I have come to build my home, blue-haired Kanker sister." Rolf told her.
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Rolf will start from scratch and build a respectable home and farm the land. Your soil is far richer than in my homeland."
Marie shook her head. "Man, that's nuts."
Rolf opened his mouth, doubtlessly to question what his mission had to do with nuts, and Marie quickly amended, "Crazy. That's crazy."
The man's brow furrowed. "I disagree. It is a sound plan. There are many here who will buy Rolf's fine produce."
With a small laugh, Marie glanced around the restaurant before settling down in the booth seat across from Rolf. This was the most interesting thing that had happened all week. "So what'd you do when you went back wherever?" She asked, balancing her head on her palm.
"Do you not have other customers to service?" Rolf asked, also looking around the restaurant.
Marie snorted at Rolf's phrasing and shrugged. "Eh. They'll keep, and I'm bored. Tell me somethin' cool."
"Well…" Rolf replied at length, "Upon our return, my family of course was greeted by my Mama's family for the joyous festival of återvänder…"
Listening to Rolf ramble on about folk dances and things Marie didn't even want to start thinking about the purpose of, she smiled a little to herself. Peach Creek was boring as hell, but it seemed like there were still a few people there who made it a little more bearable.
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Note: Yes, "återvänder" is actually just "return" in Swedish. And not even the verb. It's the noun (as in returns or produce). But Rolf is from nowhere and Google Translate is just sitting there waiting for me to abuse it, so…