-In the food court, one hour and forty-five minutes later-
Diana did not expect Angela to take a little over one hour to peruse the makeup, but after an hour and forty-five minutes the pair had left Fashionable Lady with bags of merchandise; Angela had two pink plastic bags full of makeup and Diana had a tiny pink plastic bag of the fragrance called Blossom Breeze in Bellum. It was not because Diana particularly liked it... she had every reason to dislike it after being sprayed in the face with it by a playful Angela. Instead the huntress felt that she owed the staff member who came to her aid something for her trouble, so Diana spent the Jewels to buy something so that the young woman could get a little compensation for going above and beyond the call of duty. After their adventure in Fashionable Lady Angela wanted something to eat, so it was off to the food court the duo went.
"What would you like to eat, Sweetie?" Angela asked her companion.
"I will eat almost anything, Angela. The question is, what do you want?" Diana politely turned the question back on Angela. The brunette paused in place outside of the sports bar for a moment and gave the question some thought.
"Ya know, that's a good question. I really want some wings and nachos. I also really want some pizza, but on the other hand I'm trying to lose weight. Maybe I should get Midian food instead." Angela answered in a statement that was not really an answer. Diana did not mind, though. It was not like she had anything else pressing to do at the moment. Besides, the Jewels were good.
Angela continued to ponder the matter for about two minutes, looking anxiously towards the sports bar and towards the pizza place, then towards Diana as if expecting the blonde to make the choice for her. Diana kept a calm and neutral face that had been perfected over a decade of cloak-and-dagger work for first her parents and then her guild. She would not make the decision for her client. The choice of where to eat was Angela's to make.
"Uhhhh, I'll just do pizza. It's not as healthy as Midian food, but it's what I want." Angela finally made the decision on what she wanted to eat.
"Very well then." Diana said to Angela. Angela led the way and the pair got in line behind three other people who wanted a slice or two of pizza from the pizza place. Diana fell in behind Angela and the pair waited their turn to order a slice.
-Ten minutes later-
Angela and Diana were waiting in line and it had still not moved. The person in the front of the line was a young redheaded woman in an overloaded pink top with spaghetti straps that was barely containing its cargo and blue jean short shorts that looked like they came straight from Earthland Eagle. She was complaining to a hapless female worker wearing a black apron with a name tag standing behind the counter about some trivial matter like there not being enough slices of pepperoni on her pizza. The complaint had passed the point of being reasonable and had now devolved into a harangue about the poor young woman's hair color, hairstyle, level of education, and anything that could be used as an insult. The staff member was on the brink of tears but was holding it together for the other customers who were not jumping down her throat.
"Excuse me, Miss. Could you please take your pizza and move on? There are other people waiting in line." The young man standing in front of Angela asked. He was a brown-haired youth with a green t-shirt and blue jeans with black tennis shoes. The angry redhead turned from the worker and turned her ire on the young man.
"SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE IN LINE! I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I GET WHAT I PAID FOR!" The redhead screeched. The cowed young man went silent. Angela, on the other hand, got angry.
"I'm not standing for this." Angela said to Diana. The redhead overheard that and moved towards Angela. Diana wordlessly put herself between Angela and the redhead.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" The redhead asked, her green eyes meeting Diana's eyes. She looked ready for a fight. However, she was way out of her league because she had no magic; Diana had magic, was much stronger than the opponent, and could easily kill the bellicose redhead in a number of ways if the mood struck her. Fortunately for her, the huntress was not interested in a fight. She wanted to end this situation without anyone getting hurt.
"There is no need for aggression. Just take your pizza now and when I get mine, if my slice has more pepperoni, you can have it instead." Diana offered in a calm voice. It was a stupid compromise to make because the redhead was in the wrong, but she would do it to avert a fight and ensure Angela's safety. Diana had made the offer. It was now up to the redhead whether to accept it or not.
After a tense silence and a lengthy stare from the redhead, the latter ended hostilities with a huff.
"Fine. But you'd better not be trying to trick me!" She exclaimed, snatching the offending slice of pizza off of the counter and stomping away to a circular table for two, allowing the line to finally make progress. The crisis had been averted and no one had gotten hurt. It was all in a day's work for the contract killer masquerading as a Guildless mage.
"You really didn't have to do that, Sweetie." Angela told Diana. Diana let the remark pass without comment and let Angela place her order before Diana made her own. If it prevented a brawl from coming to pass, it was worth it. Diana hated the spotlight and the less public attention she attracted the better.
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