[Clovidequano Dovatha]

Next part of the scene. Hope you enjoy it, folks, of course.

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Orlona Sorauma was the young woman's name, and she was 5'8" and about 150 pounds, with a fairly cheerful disposition and a moderate build for herself. She soon escorted them to a table somewhere near one corner of the restaurant, even as she briefly brushed an errant bit of lighter blonde hair out of one eye with her free hand that wasn't holding a clipboard with an attached quill-like pen in it.

Moments later, she said, "Your waitress should be with you shortly," in Slaabinese, with a slight Gaelic-like accent seeming to peek out at least a little bit here, somehow. The men nodded, as they sat at the table, before she briefly readjusted the straps of her mostly purple, tan, and green apron while also freeing some of her hair from under one such strap. Acknowledging their nods with both a smile and a wink briefly directed at each of them, she then went back to her usual post near the restaurant's main entrance, so that she could greet anyone else who might patronize the restaurant now as well.

Once she was away from them all here, Tiziano asked, as he looked around the restaurant, seeing as this was the first time he'd been in it, "What do you think of her, Quintino?"

"Too tall, for one thing. I'm more attracted to shorter women or girls, to be honest."

Remke said, "I see. She seems nice, though. I don't mind women or girls who are taller than me, but she still seems a little too young for my tastes. And also, I prefer darker-haired ladies more often than lighter-haired ones. He smiled at his companions, even the youngest one of them all, Hyang-nam.

Hyang-nam Chang, with some ancestry dating back several generations from somewhere near Inchon, Korea, smiled back at Remke, who was due to face the Tran City Bucks in the next game for the Cupids as their starting pitcher, said, "Well, if none of you are apparently interested in her all that much, maybe I should try to see if she might be interested in me later. I haven't met many blondes in my life, but I've always preferred them over darker-haired girls. Not only that, she doesn't seem too much younger than me now either. And I think we'd perhaps match up well with each other, from what I can apparently tell about her so far."

Just then, their waitress arrived, and smacked down four menus on their table, and said, "Forget about it, she doesn't date, as far as I know, young man," in what sounded like Greek or Hebrew-accented Slaabinese, from what the four men could currently tell here well enough. Quintino and Tiziano's eyes flickered open at those words from the brown-haired and green-eyed Aphyne Krikystheus, having briefly closed, especially Quintino's, and unexpectedly Quintino and Aphyne's eyes locked for several quiet moments with each other, much to the mutual surprise of them both and the other three men at the table.

"No way," breathed Quintino, as he couldn't tear his eyes away from the 5'4" and roughly 120-pound Aphyne who had an rather athletic build, even with her small size, and waist-length braided hair with multiple ribbons of various colors woven into her braid. "The girl of my dreams, and to think I've never seen her before in person, in truth."

Aphyne, for her part, said, "You must be kidding, stranger. I've never met you before, and I don't expect to meet you again, after you leave here."

Quintino asked, "By any chance, did you happen to attend an all-girls private school when you were in school? I can't explain why I am wondering this, but somehow, I get that feeling."

"Yes, but ....," she started, before an unexpected rip of some sort appeared suddenly in the air near the men's table and where she was now standing. Five seconds later, three sword-carrying men, wearing what appeared to be strange fusions of modern business suits and medieval suits of armor, quickly dropped out of that rip. Each man somehow landed safely on their feet before they then ran over to her, apparently very concerned about something important, although it wasn't yet known what that matter was, for sure.

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More to come of this scene later, of course, folks. Until next time, then, CD out.