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"Sheila, over here!"
The gentle, high pitch voice pierces through the crowd chatter. Adjusting her deep brown gaze, she spots the small frame of Peach sat on a table outside the local cafe. They'd gone over here a-plenty of times, it'd almost become a routine to at least visit every fortnight together. Balancing, she gives a graceful wander over to the sheep, smiling - her fangs peeking outward, "Peach, I thought you wouldn't show up, with exams and all that going on..." Glancing over her shoulder, "It sure is busy today, huh?"
Peach's black eyes traced over the figures of the crowd - before giving a nod, "I thought so... The sun is really nice today, everyone's trying to get their own time out to enjoy it." Peering back to Sheila, she pats the seat beside herself - to which the leopard-cheetah hybrid takes it as the sign to plop herself down, and get comfy - her tail curling forward in order to avoid an unsuspecting member of the public from trampling on it.
The menu was in Peach's grasp, to which she skimmed over it and give a soft hum, "What should we get?"
Tail stiffening, patting the fur down, "Maybe we could both go for milkshakes..." Leaning forward to Peach, "What's their selection again? Uh."
"Hm..." Peach focuses on the paper once more, before jolting to a pause - tensing, and giving a snicker, "Ouhehef.."
Sheila's ears curled to a perk, as she gave a slight tilt of her head, "What is it?"
"Nothing!"
Sheila tries to cast a paw out and catch the menu from Peach's grasp, to which the little sheep pulls away, leaning backward in a state of giggles. Pressing a hand to the table, Sheila pulls herself forward, trying to catch even a glimpse of the milkshake section, "Hey! Let me see!"
"Nooo..."
Sheila reached, and finally caught it, almost pushing the table upwards from the effort, as the two matched laughter from the struggle. A few of the crowd threw judging glances, but it mattered not to the pair - they were happy, so who cares if the public were judging them for being an interspecies relationship?
Finally reading, Quietly speaking to self, "... Blueberry,
chocolate,
strawberry,
banana..."
A sudden increase in volume;
"Peach?!"
Throwing her gaze up at her girlfriend, she tensed, as the sheep kicked her feet out in a little giggle.
Sheila huffed, her whiskers twitching, "Hey, this isn't that funny, I mean --"
Peach points behind Sheila,
to which her gaze follows,
a waiter right behind her, already writing down the order on a small notepad, "Anything else?"
Sheila shook her head, her hands flailing in the air, "Nono, I don't mean to order --"
"Actually," Peach cuts in, "make it two."
The waiter nods, and walks away after jotting down what Peach had requested - to which Sheila slumps down, rather flustered and embarrassed,
"Peach, are you sure this is fine?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
Sheila sighs, and gives a cheerful smile - despite her mind reeling back from shock and, perhaps even a little shame,
"Love you."