[@Chicogal] [@Stern Algorithm]

Amie looked up at the quiet waitress gratefully, [color=ed145b]"Thank you, darling. You can expect a tip before I leave! You're doing great."[/color] As she scanned the waitress' appearance, ebony hair, red eyes, with a straight, formal posture, Amie recalled the waitress' conversation earlier with the other blonde male at the table beside her, who looked french, and might of cursed under his breath in french? She couldn't make out what he said... regardless, yes, Amity eavesdropped. The waitress was a student at the academy, and she was a teacher assistant for Dr.Matsuoka in Biology. Just like that, the information was filed into Amity's brain, from the girl's face to her personal data, for future use. One may never know when they may need information... At least Amie would know where to find this girl if she needed to know more about Shine City Academy. Granted, Renee was close friends with the Kocho Sensei, so entry into the school would be quite easy. 

Bringing her attention back to Copen, she shrugged, [color=ed145b]"I believe if you're going to travel somewhere, learn the language too. And let me tell you, I've been to many places. The only place I've stayed for more than a year was America!"[/color] Amity took her time sipping her drink and began playing with the straw. Recalling past memories, she glowered, [color=ed145b]"I hate when people talk shit about me in other languages. Like. At the spa, for instance, the workers there don't think you know Chinese or Portuguese, or whatever, and so they start criticizing you right in front of your face. That's part of why I choose to learn languages, so I can tell people off in their native tongue." [/color] Her words did not fit the nerd look. The more and more she talked, the less nerdy she seemed. Amity wasn't in the mood to act, plus the only person really paying attention to her was this boy she just met. She doubted any of these other people were into pop culture, so she felt safe to be herself. 

[color=ed145b]"Now what about you? Were you always from Japan?"[/color] she took a big swig of her frap and continued, [color=ed145b] "With how thick your accent is, I'd assume no. If I am correct, then tell me, what brought you here?"[/color] Before he answered, a loud wail resonated in the coffee shop. Amity looked toward the little girl crying on the floor. She watched the scene play out from the older brother...or father...but he was young...so brother checking to see if the child was okay, to the realization she stole the bunny, to him telling her to return the bunny, and ultimately for the little diva to march her way to the bunny's owner, apologizing. The owner looked quite sweet, long, brown hair, soft features, someone she could imagine having a similar voice of the girl, who left her a voicemail... of course, she shouldn't assume, but both the little girl and the owner of the bunny shared one thing in common, they were the epitome of cute. 

Amity couldn't handle all the cuteness, so she returned to her drink and her conversation with Copen, [color=ed145b]"Where were we?"[/color]