"Welcome, dearie. Won't you come to take a seat?"
An alabaster girl with the largest and most beautiful big azure eyes, indigo hair, and a horn. Honestly, the horn didn't bother you. You were just enraptured by her beauty. Before you realized it, you were in your seat and the beautiful girl was setting a glass of water in front of you along with a menu.
Getting a better look at her, she looked very sophisticated, almost like a mother or older sister. The light blue eyeshadow and rose lipstick she wore gave these features away along with the uniform she wore. It wasn't a frilly waitress outfit but a very well tailored suit consisting of a pristine white button up shirt and black pants. Her hair was also pulled up into a neat bun with a diamond hair clip.
"Um...may I ask your name?"
"My name is Rarity. Take your time looking at the menu. I'll be back to check on you soon, darling." She smiled a smile that could melt icy hearts before walking away.
"Wow...she's gorgeous." You mumble and look at the menu. The writing on it was elegant, like something you see in a fancy French restaurant or something. On the menu were some fancy-sounding desserts...well fancy to you at least. You hadn't really heard of an Opera Cake, Tarte Tatin, or Kouign Amann before. So you decided to stick with what you knew of: a slice of strawberry shortcake and tea. Though the menu had the items labeled as Spring Strawberry and Mulberry Delight. "Huh? Nice names. They sound delicious. Ms. Rarity? I'm ready."
"Coming dearie." She said, walking over with a menu pad and quill in her hand. "What can I get for you?" You give her your order. "Understood. Would you like to also try our divine crepes? I guarantee you'll love it. Made with the richest, moist pastry and the sweetest of fruits from the best harvest shipment we've ever gotten."
"That sounds nice. I'll have one." You smile at her.
"Coming up." She pranced her way back to the kitchen, humming like she was on the best date of her life. You hear kitchen sounds and scroll through your text messages. You can't shake the feeling that you had heard the name Rarity before. Scrolling through messages from female friends and coworkers, you finally find it. A picture of her in front of a store's grand opening with one of the biggest names in the fashion industry, Prim Hemline. The beautiful waitress you have today is also in the fashion industry. So why would she be working in a cafe?
"Here you go, dear. One crepe, Spring Strawberry, and Mulberry Delight. Enjoy." She smiled, setting two plates a teacup in front of you. The crepe was lightly dusted with powdered sugar in the shape of diamonds and the filling looked like several sweetly caramelized fruits. The strawberry shortcake (or Spring Strawberry) looked amazing. Thinly sliced strawberries covered in custard and sandwiched between two cornflower blue dyed spongecakes; whipped cream delicately topped the cake. And the Mulberry Delight tea was very fragrant with a calming scent. While the display looked delicious, a question pondered your mind.
"Um, Ms. Rarity?"
"Yes?"
"You're an up and coming fashion designer, aren't you?"
"Why yes, yes I am. Why do you ask?" She bats her eyelashes, making your heart flutter.
"If you're into fashion, why work at a cafe?"
"Oh, darling. It's a favor to the owner." Rarity sat her tray down and sat in the seat across from you. "The owner of this lovely establishment is a part-time model for my creations and the daughter of Hoity Toity, a dear friend of mine. In exchange for me working here from time to time, she helps me get my creations in the hands of renowned names of the fashion world. At first, I didn't think I'd like it, but now I enjoy it. I was a bit of a disaster at baking but once I started treating the desserts the same way I treat fashion, everything came naturally." She smiled.
Listening to her, you ate what was in front of you. You don't even realize that you're making a little mess until Rarity suddenly wiped your mouth. "Dear, you're making a mess. Let me clean you up." It was then you got a glimpse of the nametag on her pristine white shirt. It read Rarity - Older Sister. Now everything makes sense.
When you finished the treat, you order a crepe for much later and pay the check. "Ms. Rarity...do you think...could I see you again? Either here or at your fashion shop?"
"Of course, dearie! Here, take this. And do come again." She kissed your cheek and placed something in your hand. Once outside, you look down at your hand and see a paper that had Rarity's cell number, work days, and address to her fashion studio. You would definitely be paying her a visit.