Un Macchiato, Per Favore! [Bijou/Open]

[ツ PEZZY]

Ba-BOOM-TSHH!

ERRRRKKKKKK--

WHAM!

Joy.

His forehead rammed against the top of the doorway, the sound of the collision making more noise than it should have, as people within the café turned heads to see just who knocked on wood. Apparently, the full height of the doorway was little more than six and a half feet; not enough to let the tall, blond six-foot-ten Italian make it through gracefully. Not that he was generally graceful; more of a spaz, really. A loveable one at that.

Anyway...

So, what was he doing physically harassing a poor little doorway on a calm day like this?

Not that he meant to...

Well, Lux had come from His favorite store in the world (meaning Brookings), Aéropostale. Gosh, he loved that store. Until recently he'd taken it upon himself to purchase at least two articles of merchandise from there bi-monthly. Just now he purchased a rather adorable grey sweater; sporting it casually despite his...(more than) noticeable entrance.

Merda! Furrowing his brow in frustration, he tried opening the glass door again, cautiously bending down a bit so he could get through without causing another welt on the middle of his forehead. As he walked towards the counter, he muttered in frustration as several snickers reverberated behind him. A few people were in front of him, but he didn't mind. All he wanted was a tall macchiato to go.

But then he started staring at the little pastries on the side, and the biscotti, and the cinnamon buns, and the caramel nougat whatchamacal-

Okay, so ultimately his order wasn't going to be simply, “to go.”

Drum-roll, please!

1 Grande Iced Macchiato

2 Plain Biscotti

1 Snickerdoodle

3 Milky-Way Funsize Bars

Yeah. Oh, well. At least he'd be able to eat it all.
In five minutes of waiting, he was able to gather his purchases and make for a petite, wooden table facing the window. With a couple of napkins at hand, it would be safe to report that he wouldn't make too big of a spazzy mess of the place.

Mmmmm...!

[BIJOU FAYE]

Ba-BOOM-TSHH!

ERRRRKKKKKK--

WHAM!

Bijou had only managed to take a bite of her pastry when the loud disturbance caused her to choke on it. Coughing violently, she didn't even manage to glance towards the door as she concentrated on not dying. Take a few swigs of her ginger ale, she cleared her airway and slumped over the table in relief. Now free to look around, she noticed a mammoth sized man standing in line. No joke. This man was a bahemoth! What was he, like...eight feet?! Completely appalled by this new distraction, Bijou didn't take her eyes of him, even as he made his way to a table and sat down. The table was beside her own, and not bothering to feel shy, she picked up her ginger ale, half-eaten pastry and soup, and scooted herself over to his table.

"Bon Dieu vous êtes grands!"

She said it in full honesty, but not as a bad thing. She meant it mostly for a joke. Now sitting opposite of him, she began to eat her pastry again.

"How's it going? I'm Bijou. Bijou Fayes. I have to ask. How tall are you?" Of course it wasn't exactly a polite way to start a conversation, or to make an impression. But Bijou wasn't exactly observant of that at times. And this particular morning had actually made a pretty odd impression on Bi. She was in a good, humorous mood despite her near death experience only moments ago. Plus, she was striving to make a new friend out of this male. He seemed impressionable, and like he would be un to hang out with. This little chat would sure bring out an answer to that.

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Sorry it's short. o.0

[ツ PEZZY]

As soon as he made himself comfortable on the wooden seat, strung his backpack over the side of the chair, and further accommodated himself at his table, he was relaxed. All the school stress fell away when he opened up a Milky-Way Funsize Bar and the smell of the candy wafted to him. No work, no studying, no stress...just chocolate, caramel and sugar.

But Lux got not further than halfway through his first bite into the tantalizing new treat, because of a--
"Bon Dieu vous êtes grands!"
CHE???
--uh..a that. She was right, though. He was tall.

He tried to flash a crooked, friendly smile through that Milky-Way Bar, but it came off a little more funny-looking and cute; some chocolate crumbs tumbling down the sides of his mouth and chin onto his paper plate full of other treats.

It took somewhere between three to eight seconds that someone just popped up on the opposite side of his table. He recognized the accent and classified it as genuinely French, no doubt. Very true comment aside, he was just fine with a stranger simply...appearing. Ever hear of foreign strangers sitting next to each other and getting along just fine while Americans just crap their pants, go wee-wee and find an excuse to be left alone? Exactly. Fortunately, Lux was a more gullible / happy-go-lucky / “IDC about awkward moments” kinda guy. Anyone else smell a win-win?

He just shrugged off the strange comment aside, dictating it was harmless as he didn't sense any sort of tease in it. Instead, he focused on wanting to ask just who this new girl was, not really as to why she was here. In fact, he was about to ask her through bits of chocolate and caramel, but the question never made it out of his mouth; the answer was given to him before he had a chance.

"How's it going? I'm Bijou. Bijou Fayes. I have to ask. How tall are you?"

Riiiighhht. Of course. It was his height that demanded her attention. He didn't seem to catch this sooner, since half the time he wasn't aware of the world below his head.But! He decided to reply to the second question first, finishing his first bite of the Milky-Way Bar before replying.

“Seex-foot Tehn.”

Damn that thick Ih-tall-yano accent. Well, Lux knew his height; the school nurse (among his previous doctors in Naples) had pointed it out to him many times before and wouldn't let him forget it.

“And Ai'm Lux, Lux Gliero.”

He thought it was fair to just say his name; she'd given him hers after all. His surname sounded more like “YLEE-er-OH” and it rolled off the tongue nicely. As a final touch, he replied to her first question with another smile, still munching on his Milky-Way Bar.

[BIJOU FAYE]

Did she totally just hear him say Six Foot Seven? Wasn't that somewhere along the lines of legan giant? Well, by any means, it was in her book. Her blue eyes scanned over him again. For a tall, lanky male, she had to say he was fairly attractive. Well, coming from a lesbian, I would think that was quite the compliment. She smiled lightly, peering out form behind her totally-for-looks glasses, and nodded.

"Impressive, mon ami. I don't quite clear the five foot seven myself. You're lke, a foot taller then me. That's crazy." Not that being taller then her was some crazy feat to be accomplished, but it was amusing to her. Taking another bite of her cream puff pastry, she changed topics, barely having swallowed before another string of words were exhaled.
"Oh, and are you a student at Brookshire, or do you just live in Brookings?" It was a fair question. Though Brookings was a fairly big place, not a lot of people directly from another country came here just to live. Especially of their age. That usually was a clear sign they attended Brookshire Academy. Or so the logic spelled out to Bijou.

Coffee on an early morning was perhaps a bad mix for Bijou. Or maybe it was the fact that it was such a beautiful day out that she couldn't help but get all energetic. Was she bugging Lux? She hadn't really thought of that. Maybe he just wanted to enjoy his coffee and Milky Way bars and leave. But who, on such a nice day, could possibly want to just sit alone at a table and sit coffee? That was just ridiculous. No. Bijou was out to make friends today. And what better a friend then Lux the Friendly Italian Giant?

[ツ PEZZY]

"Impressive, mon ami. I don't quite clear the five foot seven myself. You're like, a foot taller then me. That's crazy." Lux didn't know what to make of that; he often had people tell him that he was always taller, and even “How's the weather up there, big guy?” It made him shy and retreat into modesty about eighty percent of the time. However, being the case that Bijou seemed like a cheerful person much like himself, he changed his grin into a shy smirk, trying hard not to fail at taking a sip from his iced macchiato. “Eeven mai parents are whay shorter den me too. Ai dunno why.” Shrugging as he slurped some of the caramel from the bottom of the cup, what he said was true; both of his parents' lineage normally had short to average build, making him the odd one out.

He kept eye contact with Bijou; he wasn't one to forget his mother's sayings about manners when making conversation. She had a much friendlier disposition and bubbly, approachable persona than most other girls at the school; some of 'em looked like part-time hookers who would only deal with guys as horny as they were. Just too sleazy. Bleghhh. Besides the comparison, Lux figured Bijou was older than him; though most people probably wouldn't be able to tell because he looked older than he really was. With a height to match, too.

"Oh, and are you a student at Brookshire, or do you just live in Brookings?" The Super-Tall-Italian blinked. Once, twice. He finished the rest of his sip smoothly, and then replied. “Eh-aah, Ai go to the Academee, soh yeah. Eet's mai first yeear. But Ai don't know anyone who lives een the taown. Yet. Do yoo go to Brookshire, too?” He was curious; he couldn't help it. Not with a guy like him.