Going to the alleyway would have had you meet up with the gang from BW2.>>11870522http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8O0zTEt9SoYou decide to head to the cafe, where you spot Hilda sitting at the bar stools in front of the counter, her faithful Teipg nomming on some berries purchased for him.
Hilda herself is drowning her pseudo-drunken sorrows in a bottle of milk.
God, she's so beautiful, the essence of a true maiden in your eyes. It's clearly a miracle that you get to travel the region with her, her voice so sweet, her touch so warmth, everything about her is an absolute delight.
You don't even care about how many times she insults you, calls you stupid, a creep, whatever negative descriptive term she wishes to throw at you, it just motivates you to keep going after her. Then there are those scarce, infrequent moments, in which she hints that her feelings may not be too far from yours after all.
But those are only once in a blue moon. If only they'd happen more often..
Seeing her lazily sip milk out of a glass somehow gives you the charming confidence to go and talk to her. And so, that's what you do.
"Greetings 'm lady,~ how are you this evening?" you grab her hand, pecking it gently.
Hilda swats her hand away from yours, cringing at your almost daily introductory action, "Ew, no. Why do you keep following me? How many fucking times do I have to tell you to go away?"
You lie your head on her shoulder, pushing your luck is fun when it comes to her because rarely does she every really -DO- something about your advances, "Apparently a thousand times, because we're traveling buddies, and I like how that term sounds."
The bartender scoffs, "Take a hike man. The lady doesn't want to be bothered."
Hilda, stares at her milk glass, sighing, "It's alright. I know him."