After taking forever to decide what to do, Incendiu finally chose on going out to eat somewhere. She had plenty of cash on her, and well, she was hungry. It wasn’t anywhere special, just a cheap place she’d walked past before. Besides, it wasn’t like she was trying to impress anyone, she was going alone. All she was doing was grabbing a bite to eat, and she’d probably make it to-go anyway. She didn’t go out to eat a lot, it ended up pretty pricey and she never really had anyone to go with. So she didn’t try to dress nice at all, though she usually had some standard to look nice when she went out. The Sins all had a sense of authority installed into them, their clothes and manner of speech. As of right now, she just wanted something to snack on.
Clad in exercise shorts and a black tank top, because no matter what, black was slimming, she set off on her small journey. Having kept her hair down, which now seemed like an awful idea, she kept her chin up as she walked, casting glances that even though she was short, made the other feel like she was looking down at them. This walk was officially taking all too long, and she began regretting this decision entirely before arriving. She stepped in, looking around with her hands at her hips before waving at a hostess, “Hey, can I just order and take it back?” The brunette looked a little distressed before answering, “I mean y-ya have to pay, but—” Incendiu scowled and snapped back. “I came for food, not sass. Can you get me food or not, idiot?” She didn’t realize how much her voice had raised, and that heads were turning.
Petruchio had been on his way for a good long while now; long enough that he wasn’t quite sure where he had originally started from — nor did he quite remember where he was headed. Although, as he thought about it a little more, he had to realize that he probably did remember — just not right at this moment, since his mind was occupied with other things: namely the fact that he was insanely hungry. And whenever that happened, there just wasn’t enough space left in his mind to think about anything else.
And that was how he happened to come across the small restaurant, stopping instantly. It looked nice and cozy, and his stomach gave a loud rumble, urging him to enter — loud enough for him to earn a weird look from a passerby, but he didn’t care much. Just the smallest moment of hesitation, and he pushed the door in, ready to find himself a comfortable enough place to sit at where he could eat in peace.
Peace, though, seemed as something that had to be earned right now, for in the middle of the restaurant, a petite woman with flaring red hair stood, yelling at an unfortunate waitress. As he looked a little more closely, Petruchio’s eyes widened. Was he that hungry, that he was actually hallucinating? No, that couldn’t be, why would he envision her of all people, into the middle of a restaurant?
There was only one way to find out; soundlessly, he walked up behind her, and right as the word idiot slipped out of her mouth, he wrapped his fingers around it, clamping them down on her lips, then giving a bright smile to the waitress. “Please excuse her, miss. Could you get us three full meals?” The waitress gave him a confused look; the smile widened a little. “Two of them on the same plate, of course.” And as she finally scurried away, seemingly glad to get out of the fiery woman’s presence, Petruchio finally let go, meeting her friend’s icy glare with a cheerful grin of his own. “Long time no see, Candlelight~”