Amis chatted away with the waitress, flirting as he did usually. "Et qui serait votre client maussade être?" He asked, eying the blond over. To the gypsy, love was love and sex was sex pure and simple.
The woman just rolled her eyes and frowned. "Certains allemand." She answered simply, glaring at how Amis was looking the boy over. "Amis, pourquoi cherchez-vous plus à lui au lieu de votre amant?" However Amis had long since skipped over to the table, smiling at Nicolas.
Naturally the blond looked up at the smiling playboy, just a bit creeped out by it. "What?" He found himself asking rudely, the creepy feeling only getting worse when the man seemed to pout like a small child.
"Oh how rude!" He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat down beside Nicolas.
The woman just rolled her eyes and frowned. "Certains allemand." She answered simply, glaring at how Amis was looking the boy over. "Amis, pourquoi cherchez-vous plus à lui au lieu de votre amant?" However Amis had long since skipped over to the table, smiling at Nicolas.
Naturally the blond looked up at the smiling playboy, just a bit creeped out by it. "What?" He found himself asking rudely, the creepy feeling only getting worse when the man seemed to pout like a small child.
"Oh how rude!" He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat down beside Nicolas.
*And who would your sullen customer be?
**Some German.
***Amis, why are you looking over at him instead of your lover?
**Some German.
***Amis, why are you looking over at him instead of your lover?
