Forbidden Pleasure [Zavie]

Was that the right thing to do? Probably not. But she was feeling hungry. Not hungry like "one snack is fine", but hella hungry!! Of course, giving her current profession and the activities she engages into, Brittany knew better than to choose a bakery of all places to satisfy her biological needs. Of course, her manager would get back at her for such lack of discipline and care about her body figure. Howeeeever...this wasn't a simple biological need. This was a sin! The sin of gluttony!

"Hello-o? ♪", she entered the facility, looking to all sides searching for an attendant or someone, anyone. As no one came right in response, despite the bell ringing and her voice calling, Brittany didn't have much of a choice but to wait and find something to entertain herself. By something, of course she meant her pink cellphone, what else? And so, with her bag hanging on her shoulder, she took the device and started tapping against its screen at a rather speedy pace, sign of someone who's been practicing her typing skills for a long while by now.

It didn't take long for someone to appear out of nowhere in the bakery (well, not really out of nowhere, the person indeed was somewhere, but Brittany was so focused on texting her friends that she didn't pay any attention at all). Quite a surprise to see that this establishment's worker and attendant was...a small boy? She had to speed her steps at the counter to check, and...yes, it was a small boy!

"Oh, hiii! Do you, like, work here? Aren't you too young for this job? I mean, how old are you?" ~ She figured he was there just filling in for his relatives. Probably his parents are the real workers but they've most likely busied themselves with some task at the back of the store.

So the young one worked there, just as she assumed! "A-ha! I knew it, just by looking at you! I have a good intuition for these things, you know?", the girl chuckled a bit, placing her pink cellphone back to her handbag. There's no need for her to keep texting if she was already talking face-to-face to someone. That's the definition of rudeness.

"I feel you! You know, when I was thirteen just like you are now, some people thought I was older because of my height. And because everyone else around my age was way shorter, but that's irrelevant. I mean, it's not like I was a giant or something, it's just they were midgets, right? Though, truth be told, I haven't grown a single centimeter since my thirteen years. Alright, maybe I have grown one or two, but that totally makes no difference at all, does it?", Brittany ended her extensive speech giggling as usual. She was in high spirits that day, and when in such a great mood, she tends to speak a lot to anyone who dedicates some time to her, even if the topic is full of irrelevant curiosities about whatever. "A-ny-way, that's, like, so cute! Good boy, helping your mom and dad! You must be competent at what you do, right?"

She squealed and clapped effusively when this boy made his right guess about Brittany's background. Though it honestly wasn't hard to aver she was a high school student or something of the like, judging by her overall appearance and mannerisms, it was still impressive. Or at least, she acted like she was impressed. Brittany had always been great with children, anyway. "You're on! I'm a third-year at Seven Stars Academy, Brittany Wilson at your service, young mister!", the girl made a small bow and thickened her voice, in an attempt to mimic the behaviorism of a middle-age knight. Once she was done with her impersonation, she laughed wholeheartedly at her own childishness. "Though I'm not all that! Let's see if you can guess something else about me. Perhaps I'll give you a prize if you do!", she winked at the boy, playfully.

"That's...a good insight I never actually payed some mind to. Wow...you're smart!" ~ It made total sense to her. After all, she was the oldest kid in the orphanage, of course she'd be taller than most, while they were still developing! This boy was definitely small, but smart as well. "It's good you mentioned orders, I have something to ask you and I'd like your help. What, among all these cakes, pies and everything else, is the least caloric thing you have for sale? Do you have something diet?"

If she's special? Well, she liked to think she was. Not special, as in, putting herself above others, nah, that's something she wouldn't do at all. More like "I know what I'm capable of and I love myself" kind of logic.

"Ahahaha, I guess! Maybe you'll end up at the Academy as well when you get older! Who knows? But no! DIIING, you're wro-ong!♪ I'm in no sports club...yet! It's something related, but it's not sports! Think harder, I know you can do it!", she said, clearly having fun with the guessing game. However...she had not so much fun when the boy showed her a picture of a delicacy she was not looking forward to. A clear misunderstanding on his part. "Hm, it looks delicious but...no no no, that's not what I meant! When I meant diet, I meant something that has less sugar than the average! It's for people who want to keep eating what they normally eat without getting fat like they normally would. Hm... Do you know Coke? The drink? So, I'm sure you have seen some Coke cans with the word "Diet" on it. It's for people who love Coke but can't drink the normal Coke. That's what I want!" ~ That should be enough for an explanation, right? She tried to convey it as simple as possible so the boy would get what she means exactly. "I shouldn't be here, but urgh, I'm soooo hungry for a sweet! But it, like, has to be a diet sweet! If my agency manager finds out, he'll totally rip my eyeballs out! Totally!", Brittany giggled, not really minding the "danger" she was putting herself into. It was just one sweet, only one wouldn't kill anyone.

Oh, looks like this boy was on the right track. Of course he didn't know the right nomenclature for what he's trying to convey, but by his brief description ("fuzzy things they wave around") nailed it. "You meant, like this?", she asked, performing a small act in front of him that basically consisted in a dance full of arm waving and hand clapping at the same time she hummed a cheery tune to match the movements. "If that's it, you're good! However, there's one more thing you're missing! Way to go!" Would he guess it right? Perhaps, the young boy had clever deductions so far. But third time is the charm, isn't that what they say?

When he mentioned their little vegan traits, Brittany's eyes glimmered like she had earned the best surprise. It was an intelligent manner to satisfy her gluttony urges while keeping her shape for her upcoming job. "How neat! I'll take one of these. No, wait, I'll take two! Just in case I get hungry midway and feel like eating more.", Brittany said cheerfully. It was tough being a model sometimes, even if only part-time, and having to limit her nutritional options for the sake of a restrictive job. Of course her alimentation was far from ideal, considering her tight schedule and agitated life style, and sometimes she wondered why most models were okay with low feeding, but Brittany was different, she simply loved to eat whenever she was allowed to.

So, he couldn't guess this one? Brittany began giggling a bit, like a mischievous child who played a prank on a friend. "You don't know? You don't know! A-ha, gotcha!" As childish as it is, Brittany really loved talking to kids. "I can give you a hint, if you give me a discount!" Maybe Zavie wouldn't truly now, but Brittany was joking and that's pretty much obvious by the way she laughed and winked at him, keeping her naturally playful style. One could think she was taking advantage on the little guy, and they couldn't be any more distant to the truth.

Once Zavie brought her orders back, Brittany placed a finger up to her chin...until a very distinguished sound, albeit not so loud, could be heard by both of them. It was very clear it was her stomach showing up sonorous signs of Wilson's appetite, to which the girl just glanced to the young attendant with hands joined together, and her most apologetic expression. "Hm...can you...like...add one more...pretty please?~"

She had to admit, it was a bit disheartening seeing the little guy making such a face. She was just joking all the time, there was no need to be upset about. No hints given, but if Zavie was smart enough and actually payed some attention to the outside, he'd find the answer here and there. In some magazines, perhaps some outdoors if he was lucky. "I'm sure you'll find out soon enough. Don't give up!" To finish her little cheering, she grabbed her two muffins in her hands and waved them like they were pompoms. "You won twice, don't be sad! Look around and you'll be glad! Think harder, take your time! Pay attention and you'll be fine! Yaaay!" Of course she almost let one fall to the ground while performing a brief cheerleader act and trying to look funny to the blond kid. Almost being the key word here. "Er, perhaps I shouldn't play with the food! Anyway, I...guess? You know, I never gave so much thought about it until now. Like, my life is so agitated, I have to, like, run here and there all the time, get ready to work right after I'm done with school by the mornings, run to home, take a shower, fix my hair! Now that you mentioned it...I think I have not eaten anything until now! Wow, I'm such an airhead!" Brittany took so much of her time trying to cope with all of her obligations she barely noticed she had to eat. Not that she wasn't fond of eating, it's one of the things she loved above everything else, but most of her days, the pink-haired girl would only get to put her teeth on something once she arrived home by night time. Was she reckless with her own health?