Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck
Fancy Dining~
“ No, I have not,” Nel laughs, the thought of her perpetually somber friend in such a disorderly situation sounding humorous, “but I have heard several natives speaking, so can relate to your story.” She peers ahead, following her companion’s gaze to what seemed to be their destination.
The restaurant itself was a quaint two-story building— appearing small on the outside with a wrought iron balcony on the second floor. It was simply built, emitting an elegant air without being overly extravagant. The architecture was beautiful to her, it almost seemed antique.
The sign hanging above the doorway being in a language she did not know, she avidly turns back to her friend, smiling, “Is that where we will be going?”
He turns to see her smiling at him as he leads her up the stairs and into “Mio Romanticismo”, and he tries to fight off a small blush and smiles lightly back. This would be the most Kuchiki Byakuya has ever smiled in…fifty years, in just one night. He nodded his head.
“It is apparently acclaimed for it’s wonderful palate, one of the best in the country…I suppose we will just have to test it out~”
They went into the building through the glass doors and up to a man standing behind a table dressed in a suit. He spoke with a tone of superiority, to which Byakuya merely restrained the urge to arch a perfect eyebrow.
“Nome, per favore?”
Byakuya spoke evenly.
“Kuchiki.”
Widening his eyes ever so slightly, the receptionist immediately bowed his head a little and muttered small “of course”s and “right this way”s to them in Italian as he lead them up the stairs. Finally, once they reached a sliding glass door, a waiter opened it and lead them to a decently large balcony with a personal table in the middle. The view was over the old fashion architected city, the small lights from the streets seeming like reflections of the stars, and the large pale moon hanging over them. The table had a candle and a rose in the middle with two menus in front of the chairs. It was in honesty a beautiful sight, and Byakuya was relieved it turned out that way.
He pulled back the seat for Nel before sitting on the opposite side himself, glancing out at the amazing view.
“That sounds promising! ” She beams, playfully tightening her grip on his sleeve as they make their way to the reception counter.
She listens to them prattle briefly in that unknown language, blinking curiously and noting the man’s loss of color as ___ gives his name. Strange, she had forgotten how intimidating he could be when he wanted. Nel –taking pity—makes a small effort to smile kindly at the flustered maître d as he led them to their table. Although she had a sneaking suspicion that he exited the balcony too quickly to see it.
She dismisses the ordeal, opting to focus her attention on the landscape lying behind the wrought iron rails. Only to be caught off guard completely by what was before her.
The city itself, combined with the glittering lights gracing the horizon and the glowing full moon above them, rendered Nel nearly silent.
“ It’s… gorgeous..”
{The moon.
I have never seen it in that shape.}
