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Blake's Perspective
"Waahhhh!"
"Ugh," Blake groaned. Her majesty Weiss Schnee was crying once again. It was the third time in 3 hours. The 5 year-old was never pleased.
"Please. Shhh. It's ok," Blake practically begged the child to stop. They were getting some pretty pissed off looks from other customers. Blake just wanted some coffee. But no. With Weiss, nothing was that simple.
She's babysat the girl for weeks now; you'd think Weiss would've gotten used to her by now.
At this point, there was nothing she could do but try and drown out the noise. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"We're gonna be kicked out any second now."
"Hey."
A voice broke Blake out of her thoughts.
"Surely it's the person here to 'kindly' tell us to leave."
Blake turned to where the voice was coming from. To her surprise, what she saw was not an annoyed employee, but a blonde girl about her age bent over, smiling brightly at Weiss. Whatever she did, it got Weiss to stop crying, but the kid still gave the blonde a defiant look.
"No need to cry. I'll get you a get you a fresh hot chocolate. Sound good?"
The blonde's voice was cheery and energetic; a sharp contrast to the other pissed off people in line. Weiss still kept a grumpy look on her face, but nodded, nose still running a bit.
"Wow, I wish I knew that it was that easy."
The so-far nameless girl picked Weiss up with much ease and placed her on her shoulders. She stood up slowly, to make sure Weiss kept her balance. The girl was slightly taller than Blake, had a cheery smile, and beautiful lilac eyes. She seemed to light up the whole room.
"Fuck"