Taking Tea

Diane brought her fingertips together as she surveyed the café menu. She hoped this was going to be nice - places that did actual English cream teas were few and far between in Japan, and cafés that actually did it well were like gold dust.

The white-haired girl was really looking to treat herself today - she’d managed to set up proper contracts with the AFW people which should see her wrestling career get back into gear. Even better, she’d successfully managed to keep her re-appearance completely separate from the matches she had been having under her masked, secret alter ego. This would let her have the best of both worlds - building up her fame as a brave, plucky face, while continuing to let off steam and pretending to be Sabre once in a while.

Diane could have her cake and eat it! Or in this case, scones. She smiled in anticipation as the waitress brought her tray over to her table.

After a long day of working out and an hour to calm herself down with a nice steam in a sauna, Cecilia had decided to go treat herself to some coffe, maybe a little pastry treat as well if she could find something enticing enough.

She walked into the café dressed in black her white ensamble of clothing. She came into the store like a breath of fresh air, an amazing beauty that walked with confident steps up towards the tables, looking for a place to sit down and and she walked through the tables to find an empty one...she came across and odd sight.

A woman who looked bot unfamiliar and familiar at the same time, a strange feeling of both knowing the girl and also not being sure where, when or even if she had ever seen her. A white haired beauty who looked as if she fit the place as well as the tea cups used to serve the delicious bevrages in.

Cecilia decided to walk up towards the table, moving down to knock against the table with her hand as if knocking on a door. " Knock knock." Cecilia said in a friendly tone accompanied by a smile. " This might be a bit strange...but....do I know you ?" Cecilia let out as she'd look over the snow white haired beauty.

Focused on her tea, Diane didn't see the new girl approaching until she rapped on the table. She looked up, and her red eyes widened in recognition.

"Cecilia!" she exclaimed, having to swallow hard to avoid spitting out her tea. Was she here to start trouble?

An awkward moment passed as Diane tried to compose herself. She had fought frequently and brutally with the Swede, but always from behind a mask, so Diane had the advantage of anonymity here. At least, she would if she wasn't stupid... she chided herself for her obvious reaction a few seconds ago.

Diane smiled and moved smoothly to damage control. "Uh, well, that depends, I am AFW like you, Cecilia, though I'm just a rookie really. Not like the famous Cecilia Northman, of course. You might have seen me in my previous league, or on one of the AFW features, I guess."

She stood and offered her hand politely. "Diane Cavendish".

The loud exclaim by the white haired girl caused Cecilia to almost jump up from how sudden it was, it almost acted like a jump scare. Cecilia's eyes widened a bit in confusion at the reaction and simply kept her eyes on the girl. The shout was followed by a few eyes of the rest of the patrons of the café to look over towards them.

It was an awkward few moments between them as Cecilia was still confused over the girl's reaction, she looked upon the white haired beauty for a while before she tilted her head, just about when the girl tried to compose herself. When she finally began to speak Cecilia's head remained tilted and her eyes still wide, though they narrowed the more the girl spoke. She started out with flattery, which was nice and kept going by explaning herself.

Cecilia moved a hand up to her own chin, clasping it gently and taking a ponderous position. " Hmm...is that where..." She let out to herself as she looked this girl up and down, she took a few more momentss to think. She didn't think that was where she recognized her...but she couldn't place where she did. " I suppose It has to be something like that...Pleasure to meet you Diane Cavendish. I'm Cecilia Northman, though you already knew that." Cecilia let out as she'd offer the girl a handshake.

"Well yes, I think everyone in the business will know you," she flattered as she gripped the blonde's hand.

Diane felt a slight flush of embarassment as she sensed the eyes of other customers on them. She needed to normalise the situation, quickly.

"Erm... please, sit down, take some tea, there's plenty for two," she smiled and beckoned to the empty seat.

Another voice at the back of her head advised that sipping tea with Cecelia Northman was a terrible idea, but she tried to ignore it.

Hearing the girl keep flattering her made Cecilia bit more interessted in the beauty. She would nod her head and then look down on the hand which was gripping hers.

After a few moments passed, the beautiful white haired woman offered the Northern Queen a seat, she nodded and moved down to seat herself opposite to Diane, her red eyes still fixed on the beautiful Diane. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had met or at least seen this girl before.

What she could tell already was that Diane was a pretty well built girl, she looked to be about the same size. If it wasn't for their heads it would probably be incredibly difficult to tell them apart.

"Thank you, though I personally prefer Coffee. I suppose a cup of tea will do fine though." Cecilia let out as she'd place her right elbow down against the table and lean her head against her upturned hand. " So, since I have you as a companion for now...how about you tell me a bit about yourself ?"

Diane poured tea from the pot into a spare cup and slid it over to Cecilia.

"Oh no, elbows on the table?" she tutted, though from her smile it was obvious she was joking. A little. "If you're going to drink tea you need to be more civilised than that."

Diane wondered if she was pushing her luck a little, but how many people got to tell Cecila off for her table manners? It was worth it for that alone.

"I'm pleased you're interested, but there's not much to tell, really. I was living in Hong Kong, but when my family went back to London I stayed and tried to get into wrestling. Us big Europeans don't have much trouble throwing the local girls around, eh?" she smiled at Cecilia in acknowledgment of their similar builds.

"I still need to build up my profile though. Tricky do do, especially when trying to stay away from the more brutal aspects. Um, no offence, of course, Cecilia. It's just I've seen you being rather... uncompromising," Diane said euphemistically, watching the blonde carefully as she sipped her drink.

"Any tips you can give a rookie?" she added quickly in an attempt to change the subject.

Cecilia raised her gaze up towards Diane as the beautiful girl told her off on her use of having an elbow on the table. The blond beauty would glare a bit at the girl before she would bring it down and straighten herself, leaning back against the chair. Her mother and father had often tried to lecturer much like this on proper manners, of course it was only important to them when it came to being in proper respectable company, at other times they didnt' care.

" Yes yes, ma'm." Cecilia let out in a annoyed but still joking tone, almost like a whiny kid.

When the girl started to speak up to answer Cecilia's question, the blond beauty would nod her head, reaching out to take the cup in the proper manner and carefully and quietly sip on the tea. Like the proper lady she had been educated to be in formal events. Simply to try and show Diane that she could be as prim and proper as was needed.

" Well you are correct about that. Strong and beautiful women like us do kinda have it easy in this part of the world. " Cecilia said as she nodded her head, showing that she understand the entire similar builds thing, as well as throwing a slight compliment to the white haired beauty.

Hearing Diane talk about building up her profile while wanting to stay out of the more brutal aspects, Cecilia would let out a light sigh, after which she would attempt and place the tea cup down on the saucer.

" Hmm, it's kind of difficult to give you tips when you already denied to easiest way to get fame to some degree." Cecilia let out as she would eye Diane for a few seconds, letting the girl ponder on what it was before she'd finally lean a bit closer and say. " You need to have a match against the toughest bitch around. It doesn't matter if you win, as long as you put up a great fight and show, you'll make a name for yourself." Cecilia said with a pretty calm demeanor, it was basically what she had done and it had worked wonders for her. Now as to who she currently was refering to as the person one should pick for that... she had already dropped that hint earlier.

Diane smiled inwardly at Cecilia's reaction to being chided for her table manners. Even better, the blonde seemed to try and play nice for her benefit.

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully at Cecilia's words, and met her gaze. "I'm not scared of taking on tough opponents," she said levelly. "I just meant I wasn't going to do harcore gimmicks... like taking a baseball bat to someone's crotch, for example. Just not my style."

Maybe she was being a bit pointed, but still. "So... the meanest, toughest bitch around? Plenty of contenders for that title, aren't there?"

She took a scone from the tray and pushed the remaining one towards Cecilia, before taking a bite.

Cecilia would shrug her shoulders at Diane's comment, the blond beauty didn't exactly get why she had to hear about that so often. Yeah it was a rather cruel thing she had done, but it was a hardcore match and earlier in it she had her head cracked open by a half empty bear bottle.

" Uh huh..." Cecilia let out, sounding slightly bored that this beauty seemed to have no fire for tough matches....maybe she could find hope that this girl liked technical matches or the like at least. When the girl started to ponder over the advice Cecilia gave her, the blond would raise an eyebrow, part of her felt a bit insulted that she hadn't been thought of as the number one candidate on that list.

When the tray of scones was pushed towards her, Cecilia would accept one, still staring at Diane. She'd clear her throat rather loudly, before moving the scone up to take a bite out of it. " I wonder who fits that bill the best.~" Cecilia teasingly let out almost in a mocking tone.