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Maybe, Weiss should have thought about this better, maybe, she should have listened to Blake ages ago.
There's no way she can do this, she is white for crying out loud… but she really wants to impress her, so badly.
"Ok, you are doing this!" She tells herself while looking in the mirror. Her car parked in the same spot for a whole hour while she tried to gather the courage to get out and face her crazy plan.
Weiss grabs her purse and leaves the car, a precious silver electronic Audi that her mom gifted her last year after almost having a heart attack thinking of anyone trying to rob her baby daughter on the subway.
She checks herself in the tinted windows to make sure she doesn't look like a mess before locking her car and walking towards the building in front of them.
This is her first time over this part of Vale, where the streets are more wide and the buildings are less expensive. If any Atleasian saw this they would probably have an aneurysm, but not Weiss, she's not like that anymore.
With more confidence she tries to find the place everyone calls "El Chino Caribeño"; supposedly the place she is looking for but Weiss is pretty sure Chinese people don't usually dance salsa. She decides to take the right to see if she can find the place but with not luck on her side, as she goes back to take the left part of the street she finds herself dumbstruck by seeing a clear sign that says "El Chino Caribeño" in the building at the other side of the road.
"No fucking way… stupid Google Maps" mumbles Weiss as she gets angry for the mistake.
Taking advantage of not a single car around she crosses the road to finally arrive at her destination.
Weiss opens the door and it's welcomed by Luis Miguel on TV and a clear smell of fried rice. She can see, what seems, a Lunar Year calendar close to the reception where a teenager is sitting while using his phone.
"Mmm, excuse me?" She says out loud, now in front of what can be seen as a kid.
"Oh sorry, want to order take out food?" The kid says, putting his phone down and ready to write in a notebook with a bunch of numbers and words that Weiss can't comprehend.
"Oh no, thanks, I'm here cuz a friend told me about salsa casino?" She says unsure. The kid's eyes suddenly shine and he nods with enthusiasm.
"Sure! Let me find the other notebook, that's where we have all the students" he says as he starts moving around trying to find said notebook.
Weiss takes this opportunity to have a better look at the place, she sees the typical lucky cat toy on the reception table and some menus spread on the right. A fridge with 1L drinks on a corner and only two tables with 5 seats inside. The TV now changes from Luis Miguel to Alejandra Guzman, people that Weiss four years ago wouldn't know but alas, she meets Ruby and her entire life changes. She now observes the kid in front of her; brown skin, wavy hair, some freckles and big hazel eyes. His outfit is simple, some loose jeans with a green t-shirt.
"Found it! Ok, tell me your name." the kid says and Weiss stops observing to just see him.
"Oh, I want to know the hours first if it is not a problem, please."
"It's usually at late evening, almost night, we will add you to the group chat and explain everything there since you’ll be in talk with the teachers" explains the kid " and you are in luck, we are starting a new group, we just need to finish up some stuff and we will be ready to start."
After thinking so much over the past days about this none of those times Weiss thought it would be a group hobby. She stays in silence, not knowing what to say.
"Emmm, are you ok?"
"No I'm not" she thinks, she has never been that good with groups, her last name always getting the spotlight and never herself. She needs someone with her in this crazy plan.
"Yes, sorry I was thinking" Weiss responded, seeing how the kid is genuinely worried about her "is going to be me and a friend of mine, is that fine?" The kid's eyes shine again.
"Absolutely! The more the merrier!" His voice gets high and he gets animated "so, tell me your names and phone numbers"
"Yes, sure, Weiss Schnee and…” Weiss thinks hard about this, knowing she will probably end up dead by Monday morning “ Blake Belladonna."