Table For Two

Tokyo
November 29th
13:24
10°

Spoiler:

It was quite a lovely afternoon, the sun was shining through the faint white clouds. It was fairly warm today, compared to what she had expected. It meant that she left her jacket unzipped, as it was quite a warm jacket. Aoko Reinhardt hadn't been the most active member in Friction recently, her movie career had taken a little upswing and as a result she had been busy. The latest Scarlet Witch movie had just finished filming and thankfully this time it was in Japan. Which meant that she hadn't had to travel back to America or Great Britain again.

She figured that before she stepped back into the ring, she should check back in with Odessa Brock to get a bit of a refresher, but right now she was going to relax in the beautiful city of Tokyo. She waved and greeted a few people who came up to her, the people were generally polite but often when young kids walked up she would give them autographs. After all, her movies were kid friendly to a certain degree. While AFW might not be.

The actress continued her stride as she walked through the city, finding a lovely street which housed a fair share of stands...food stands actually. Grilling and frying different kinds of food. Taiyaki, Takoyaki, Yakisoba, Ikayaki, and a few more. Aoko would feel her stomach rumble a little bit as she would make her way up to the delicious smelling stalls. Walking her way towards the Yakisoba where she would stand next to what looked like a rather beautiful white haired woman of fair skin. She looked foreign to Japan, features like some sort of model..." Excuse me, are you waiting in line?" Aoko would ask in English of course, since she assumed she wasn't from Nippon.

Annette was enjoying her time in Japan so far. The nights were vibrant, the people were friendly, the cities were beautiful, and, of course, the competition was ever so savory. She hadn’t been in a part of AFW all that long and she could already boast of having one match under her belt. It was a fun bout, a night she wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon and, as she would find out, neither would her viewers. Her new bosses were quick to capitalize on the buzz she’d made for them, even offering to revise her contract if it meant she’d stay around for a while longer, but she turned them all away. As long as she was allowed to wrestle, she couldn't have been more content.

Annette Weber:

Today was her day off. She’d spent most of the morning traipsing through the city, perusing a few designer stores for the sake of her empty wardrobe. She’d underestimated just how bitter Japan’s winters could be, but it was nothing she wasn’t used to. She’d taken to the more local trends when picking up some clothing for the season, styling a warm yukata and her favorite scarf. As the day passed and the sun came out, things had warmed up quite a bit. The morning was so beautiful it almost distracted her from the fact she’d skipped breakfast.

Her stomach rumbled in the midst of her walk and, suddenly, she found herself drawn to the line of food stands off to her side. She stepped off the street and tried to find one that appealed to her appetite.

Noodles. She was in the mood for noodles.

The line for Yakisoba was relatively short, only a couple people long. She stepped in line, putting a strawberry pocky stick into her mouth to tide herself over. She pulled out her phone, shifting her gaze down and letting her thumb navigate her through her travel app. What was next on the agenda? Yoyogi Park? Meiji Shrine? Kabukicho tonight again, for sure. Oh, how could she forget-

A soft voice from behind her brought her gaze forward before she looked over her shoulder, finding a woman staring back at her. And quite a beauty this woman was. Lovely dark hair, soft features, and she couldn’t help but admire her fashion sense. If Annette didn’t know any better, she’d have taken her for a model. “I am.” She said, turning to face the woman. “If you’re in a hurry, I’d be happy to-”

Her eyes widened slightly, a realization dawning on her as she looked into those cerulean eyes. “Aoko Reinhardt?”

Aoko asked her little question to the beautiful white haired woman in front of her, as she would hear her about to offer something towards her.  When she saw the white haired woman turn around, Aoko would find herself lost in her face for a split second, she was absolutely gorgeous...it was quite a shock, but the brunette was quick to regain herself.

After all, she was pretty used to beautiful women at this point. Especially with her trainer being Odessa Brock of all people, and her rival being Janet Wiles. You just had to get used to the beauties of the world when you spent that much time with the two of them.

When the white haired woman in front of her stared into her eyes, those eyes of her widening as she did so, and then spoke her name...Aoko would look on and smile, raising her right hand and giving a friendly wave. " Y-yeah, that's me~" Aoko spoke out in a half nervous, half friendly manner. You never knew if it was going to be someone who'd complain about something in the movies, or if they were going to be starstruck...those were the most common reactions...

And here she thinking this was just going to be a simple stop, a little sidetrack on her way to bigger events for the day. This was easily going to be the highlight of her afternoon, if not the entire week.

Annette couldn’t help but stand and take in the woman in front of her for a moment. It was day and night, seeing Aoko from the cover of a magazine and seeing her now, in the flesh. There were so many other details that played off her, the way she radiated with the environment and accented every inch of her. The perfect features on her face, the deep blue eyes etched into her face, the hourglass figure just slightly hidden beneath her coat and the firm chest just beneath the fabric of her sweater. Ann blinked, a little ashamed of herself. Life within the federation was already starting to mold her a bit. She couldn’t let that freedom delude her manners.

The Norwegian smiled and settled against the warmth building beneath her cheeks, reigning in those base desires for now. “My, what a surprise. I’d heard you’d been already been a part of AFW, but I didn’t-” She stopped a brought a hand to herself, smiling as she gave her head a couple shakes. “I’m sorry. Annette Weber.” She held out her hand. “I’m sure you get this quite a lot, but I’ve admired your...work for quite a while. All of it is very...appealing.”

She cast a playful smile Aoko’s way, doing her best to make the atmosphere as light as possible. The people in front them hadn’t placed their orders just yet, and the others waiting were either browsing their phones or talking amongst themselves in this fair climate. Plenty of time to talk, if Ms. Reinhardt was willing.

Aoko looked on at the rather pretty girl ahead of her when she started to speak though she would look on at the woman, hearing her almost fangirl towards her, wasn't exactly a new experience for Aoko, but one she didn't ever get really used to. She would shake her head a little as she heard the woman speak.

Hearing her name, it she would smile and nod her head. " It's a pleasure to meet you Anette." She also got to hear that Anette had been a fan of her work for quite a long time. Yet, the British girl would nod her head and offer a handshake to the beautiful Norwegian. " Aww, thanks. That means a lot. Anything in particular that you've enjoyed?" Aoko said as she threw a friendly smile the way of the beautiful woman.

She was still sure she had seen Anette before, but she would try and sort that out with this conversation. For the moment she couldn't quite place where she had seen this beauty.

Hm. That one was actually a bit of a curveball.

It wasn’t as if Ann hadn’t thought on it herself plenty of times on her lonesome, carelessly sliding through the latest issue, trying to picture them whenever she had a moment or two to herself. But being faced with it now, on the spot, right in front of her, managed to put her brain on halt for a moment. That spring floral dress, that summer issue bikini...so many options, so little time.

“In particular?” She put a finger to her chin and turned her gaze down. “I wouldn't say any one thing, really. I’m more an admirer of the whole...picture.” She let her eyes travel back upward, giving the brunette’s body one more quick study as they went, returning their gazes with a quick wink and a smile. “Your magazine shoots made the rounds back in Norway. I did some modeling there for a while not too long ago, at a promotion called Fate, and well…” She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, looking slightly off to the side. “...I was impressed by what I saw. Really impressed. And then I hear you joined AFW...”

She couldn’t resist the light giggle that came from her lips, a bit more color coming into her cheeks, adding to the hue the cold had already brought forward. “You’re quite the renaissance woman.”

It seemed to be a difficult question for the beautiful woman to answer at first, perhaps it wasn't an easy question to answer. Considering that Aoko was doing a little bit of everything, modeling, acting and wrestling, it could be difficult. It seemed as if Ann was the kind who enjoyed her modeling work for the most part, but was a fan of the whole package.

The brunette would nod her head, getting called a renaissance woman was a bit embarrassing but it wasn't the first time she had heard that. Letting out a little chuckle at those words, the British actress would move her hand up to pull a few strands of hair back behind her ear.

" Heh, well I didn't know anyone was a big fan of my modeling work, but thanks. Fate huh...let me think..." Aoko let out as she would remember something, " I feel like I've seen some of your modeling pictures." Aoko spoke as she would nod her head, " Though I'd have to say, you're even prettier up close."  

Now it was Ann’s turn to be surprised. Outside of her employers, she hadn’t expected anyone in Japan to be familiar with her work. Fate hardly had much leverage outside of the Nordic countries. ‘Prettier up close’ was a new complement, though.

She was incredibly tempted to inquire a bit more before her stomach growled, bringing a bit of red to her cheeks to compliment the vacancy in her gut. It brought an abrupt sense of reality back into things. She’d almost forgotten they were just two people, going about their days as per usual. This was a chance encounter, but they all had to end eventually.

...or did they?  

“You’re too flattering. I could say the same about you. I don’t think you’ve aged a day since your last cover issue.” She brushed a few locks from her face, a light, sly smile growing on her lips. “Though I could use a closer look. Just to be sure.” She gave Aoko a quick wink before taking a second to glance over her shoulder, noticing the customers in front had just finished ordering. She stepped back towards the cart and moved slightly off to the side, allowing Aoko some space beside the counter with a gesture. “Why don’t you join me for a bowl? Whatever you’d like. Unless you have somewhere to be, I mean...”

Aoko would blush a little as she would watch that sly smile on the pretty woman who was complimenting her, when it was a compliment from such knock out like Ann, then it certainly did hold a fair bit of weight to ti. She would shrug her shoulders a little, when Ann said she could use a closer look though and gave that wink, Aoko would simple look on with slightly widened eyes.

It didn't take long before they got to give their orders as Ann would move in and allow her some space beside her at the counter. " Uh? ah! No i don't have anywhere that I need to be, but...you don't think you're gonna be the one paying right? In insist." Aoko let out as she would step up next to the beautiful lady who'd caught her off guard a bit. Moving up next to Ann, she would simply ask for what they recommended and let the chef decide.

She’d been on the cover of several fashion publications, she’d traveled across the great blue sea to Japan, and cemented her place in a world-class wrestling promotion. But when Aoko accepted her invitation to join her for lunch, Ann felt she could safely say that she’d made it. Though the British woman seemed to prefer to understating it, she was a star, a real star. This is why she wanted to see the world. She would have never gotten

And, if she was being fully honest, the view was nothing at all to complain about. Ann made no small business of the way her eyes scanned the actress’s slimming form up and down as she approached. The corner of her lip curled upward, snapping her attention back to Aoko’s face when she spoke again.

“Oh? Is the international pro-wrestling movie star supermodel trying to flaunt her wealth? For shame, Ms. Reinhardt. I expected better from you.” She smiled to the brunette, brushing a lock of silver behind her ear as she craned her neck back to the cook. “In that case, one beef yakisoba with a side of fried buckwheat noodles, please. And a bottle of green tea.”

Ann winked Aoko’s way. “No snickering, okay?”