“Uh…”
Francis drowsily sit.
“I can’t be bothered to talk to this nut guy. Talk to him yaself.”
“And Mr Big Shot? I heard you needed my help or something. Since my sister said it… I gotta at least hear it out.”
“The only nut here is you!”
He suddenly shouts and slams the table.
“Who is crazy enough to waltz into the government building in the middle of a battle? You, that’s who!”
Laura immediately intervenes, putting her index finger on Gar’s mouth before he can retort.
“You go, talk with Mr Fedorov. I’ll handle things from here.”
Ooh. Cool Poker Face Lady has a DEATH STARE. Scaary~
“Fine…”
She turns to Francis.
“Please pardon my brother. He’s a little hard to get along with.”
Gar turns back to Mr Fedorov. “Sorry.” He shrugs.
“I can understand why.”
Francis calms down. Realising he’s at a cafe, he leans in and whispers,
“Do they have strawberry juice here?”
Gavan inspects the cylindrical device
“Seems like one of his iron bullets. I have no use for it right now, but I don’t want to arm him quite yet…”
Gavan rolls the bullet under Federov’s table
She looks at the menu. A huge assortment of drinks await. Including the fruit section. You see strawberries behind the counter, in the glass refridgerator.
“Yeah. They do.”
“Mmm… Sure.”
She orders two strawberry juices. The cup is pretty big.
They’re kinda cheap too.
Gavan casts an illusion to make Francis believe he’s drinking mango juice instead of strawberry
A smirk grows on Gavan’s face
“Right, would you like to talk privately, perhaps? It would make it easier for us, surely!”
As soon as the order comes, Francis snatches the glasses and move them closer to him. He throws away the straw on one drinks it straight from the glass.
“Ah! Nothing beat strawberry!”
Once he finishes a glass, he looks a lot happier, and calmer. The colour doesn’t even get noticed by him.
“Mmm… I’m okay with anything, really. Just not too far away from here. She’s bound to get cranky.”
“Miss Laura, is it business you want to talk about? Pardon my appearance, but I had a rough day behind me.”
Who is this man? Though he is surely Francis, his mannerism and tone is polite and reserved.
Fedorov steps outside and hopes that Gar would follow
“Right…”
“In the meeting yesterday, I’ve heard of you talking about your breadmaker. You seemed to have problems going through the system in France. My company has sold items in France since it’s debut. I believe I can help circumvent your current problems, if you would put us through as your exclusive reseller.”
Francis nods.
“It is no problem. My breadmaker is completely certified, only the paperwork has baffled me for a while, along with finding a proper channel to distribute it.”
He sighs.
"It is hard to look for a reliable distributor there. I have no close acquaintance in France, and those who approached me has offered no beneficial agreement. "