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Franziska von Karma does not pine.
Though one may believe it is her rejecting her ability to feel that kind of longing towards someone, Franziska has found a different contradiction; she does not pine because when she wants something, she gets it. It is only natural that it would extend towards her wanting someone’s companionship, whether that meant platonic or otherwise.
Franziska will stand by that statement until she has evidence towards the contrary.
“Franziska von Karma,” Maya says after Franziska has answered her phone. Her voice is light and cheery, quickly dragging Franziska’s attention away from the report she was reading over.
“Maya Fey,” she replies in kind. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I want dinner,” the woman announces.
Franziska feels the smile creeping onto her own face without warning. She leans back into her chair. “And that concerns me how?”
“You should get dinner with me,” Maya elaborates, as if it were obvious. With her, maybe it is.
“I’m not hungry,” she argues.
“Pick me up in half an hour,” Maya adds. After a beat of silence, she laughs. “I’ll see you then, Fran!”
Those were the last words she hears, as the phone call drops. “She hung up on me,” Franziska says aloud to herself. “And… I don’t even mind.”
Franziska glances at the time and calculates the time it would take to bridge the distance between her and Maya Fey. She carefully finishes up her tasks and prepares herself for the drive, putting on her woolen coat and grabbing her car keys.
Once at the woman's door, she knocks, and the door swings open to reveal Maya Fey in unusual attire; instead of her robes, she is wearing a light purple dress that reaches just past her knees and heels.
The dress is beautiful on her. Maya flashes her a bashful smile and Franziska finds it hard to look away from her.
"I see you have taken some fashion tips from me," Franziska concludes. She places her hands on her hips. "A brilliant decision, I must say."
"You look great too," Maya replies, managing to have realized her compliment.
However, Franziska falters. She is in her business attire, but her companion is clearly in more formal wear, which suggests that the dress code for the restaurant they're going to is unexpectedly fancier than Franziska had realized.
Her hands twitch at her sides, itching to reach for her whip. Maya offers her arm to her and the feeling subsides.
"I know the way," Maya says. "I'll direct you."
"You won't tell me the name?"
"Don't you like mysteries, Fran?"
She has no retort for that.
The inside of the restaurant is dimly lit with candles at each table, the flames illuminating their faces with a golden glow. "A table for two," Maya tells the hostess.
"Come with me, ladies," the hostess smiles, leading them to a vacant table.
The two settle into their table and time passes faster than she expected. The two have eaten a delicious meal, even though Maya teases her for her aforementioned claim of not being hungry.
"This has been wonderful," Franziska says.
"I'm really glad."
At this moment, she looks up at her companion. They meet eyes, and as her gaze trails down her face, Franziska notices something that has escaped her notice.
Maya is wearing lipstick. It's subtle, a light pink that only slightly accentuates the natural color of her lips, but alluring nonetheless. She watches those lips quirk into a grin, and Franziska feels a flush rise to her cheeks as Maya raises an eyebrow at her.
"See something you like?" she laughs.
"I would like to take you out on a date."
Maya startles, her eyes widening and her hand hitting their table. Franziska is sure she would've reflected that shock too by her own statement if it hadn't seemed so natural, the right conclusion to draw from the evidence.
Franziska does not pine, and so, if she is pondering what kissing Maya Fey would be like, it is only natural that she should ask her out now and schedule a date for when is most convenient.
Maya recovers and starts laughing again, a hand covering her mouth. This laugh is different than the others: it's deeper and seems to indicate Franziska has said something foolish. She frowns.
"Franziska," Maya enunciates. "This was a date."
"...What?"
"But," Maya adds, "I would love to go on a second one!"
"Unbelievable," Franziska says, shaking her head. "You have beaten me to the punch!"
"Something tells me you won't let this go."
"You know me so well."
The second date is much more planned out than the first. The date includes more fitting attire on Franziska's part, a walk through a park, and a dinner at a restaurant she had thoroughly researched prior to the date.
After bringing her date home, Maya turns to her and cups her face with her hands. Franziska starts leaning in and the two have their first kiss.
Her eyes blink open and Maya smiles, going behind her door and closing it.
There will be plenty more dates, Franziska believes.