Meeting at the cafe
It was two weeks before Mittsy contacted Frisk again in the form of a slip of paper passed under the door to her abandoned apartment. Frisk was a little put off by the lack of control she had over the communication with the monster gang. Usually she would be the one to initiate contact with the gangs when it came to dealings, and that paired with the fact that Mittsy knew where she slept did not help Frisk to put her concerns at ease. She had already been debating about moving out of the loft apartment and setting up shack somewhere else, but she figured as long as she didn't get any more surprise visits from any other monsters she would be ok; Plus she really liked her set up, and didn't want to part with it unless she absolutely had to.
The note only held the name of a place and a time to meet. Frisk glanced out her window at the clock tower that stood in the center of Ebott a few blocks away. She would have to leave in ten minutes if she was going to get there with time to scout out the area. Frisk headed out the apartment door and down the corroded staircase to the streets of Ebott below, as she decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to leave early. The location was quite a distance away, so Frisk decided it would be fine to take the main streets for most of the trip as to not waste her energy by running on the rooftops until she had gotten closer.
The sun was setting as Frisk walked through the main streets of the Under -City. Only a few people were still out, and were now briskly making there way home. The shop keepers were closing up, and the vendors were quickly disassembling there stands as the days end drew near. As picturesque as the city of Ebott could look in the daylight, everyone who lived there knew about the dangers that would lurk under the cover of night. As the sun got lower in the sky, and her destination got closer, Frisk decided it was time to head to the rooftops. The meeting spot ended up being on the patio of a little café. It looked like the waiters were just finishing up with wiping down the tables, and were about to close for the evening. One lone figure still sat at one of the far patio tables, sipping an espresso. She wore a grey skirt that flowed to her ankles, with black stockings, and brown leather healed boots. She also wore a magenta blouse, and floppy hat with a matching magenta ribbon. She fit right in with the cafes atmosphere. Frisk rolled her eyes. “As impeccably dressed as always Mittsy." She sighed to herself as she did her best to smooth out her own cotton button up, and attempted to comb through her short hair with her fingers. She was going to stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this. With an unsatisfied huff, Frisk made her way down to the café. Mittsy smiled and waved her over, once she saw Frisk approaching. Frisk Hesitantly took the seat across from the mouse monster, catching one of the waiters disapproving stares as she tried to blend in as much as possible.
"Oh dear." Mittsy chuckled, grabbing Frisks attention. "You have a little smuts on your face there hun." She said sweetly, pointing to Frisk's right cheek. Frisk blushed bright red and immediately moved to scrub the soot smudge away. Upon seeing Frisk's discomfiture Mittsy smiled regretfully. “Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, just thought you would like to know." She giggled.
“Its fine.” Frisk responded quickly, keeping her eyes downcast as she tried to shrink away from the critical gaze of the café workers. Mittsy ceased her snickering upon realizing Frisk's distress, as she glanced over to see the wait staff glaring at her companion with judgmental stares.
"I'm sorry." Mittsy repeated, much more sincerely then before. Frisk lifted her gaze to Mittsy, and was surprised to see a very sullen expression on her face. "I thought that monsters were the only ones that got those types of looks from humans." She said sadly. "I guess I really should have put more thought into this meeting location.”
"Its really fine." Frisk said abruptly, finding herself wanting to reassure the suddenly morose Mittsy. “ It’s a nice place really, its uh... very cute." Frisk managed to stammer out . Mittsy seemed to perk up a bit at Frisks attempt at a compliment.
"It is quite a nice café." Mittsy agreed. "And the espresso here is to die for, That’s part of the reason why I chose it!" She said smiling guiltily at Frisk. Frisk found her mood brightening at Mittsy's enthusiastic energy. It was hard not to find it slightly infectious.
"I've actually never tried espresso before." Frisk found herself saying, before she could catch her tongue. Mittsy looked slightly dumbfounded before smiling apologetically.
"How about I buy you one, to make amends for dragging you out here?" She offered.
"That’s really not necessary." Frisk began to protest, but was quickly cut off as Mittsy waved over the waiter that had previously been giving Frisk the stink eye.
"Excuse me sir, i'd like to order an espresso for my friend please." She sang sweetly. The waiter briefly let his pejorative gaze fall over Frisk, before quickly turning to Mittsy with an over exaggerated heir of hospitality.
"I'm dreadfully sorry madame, but the cafe is closing i'm afraid." He said. Mittsy's once friendly demeanor went cold in an instant, causing a sudden chill to quickly work its way up Frisks spine.
"What a shame." Mittsy said, all warmth gone from her voice as she held the waiters attention with a stony stare. "You see, I already promised my new friend an espresso that was simply To. Die. For." She said, enunciating each and every word with an icy edge. The waiter was visibly sweating now, as he tried to keep up his phony smile. "You know there is nothing worse then the feeling of disappointment." She continued, swirling the remaining dark liquid in her coffee cup. "Well I suppose that’s not true, a fork in the eye might be just as uncomfortable." She said as she took a small sip, keeping her eyes fixed on the now very nervous looking waiter. "You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?" She asked him as she placed her coffee cup back on the table, still holding him hostage with her gaze. The waiter audibly gulped as he attempted to maintain his composure .
"Of- of course not madame." He stammered, his voice breaking slightly. "It would be no trouble at all." He finished as he hastily retreated back to the safety of the café.As the waiter left Mittsy immediately turned her attention back to Frisk. "Oh I cant wait till you try it, it really is delicious!" She squeaked, with a warm and friendly tone, as if the terrifying exchange between her and the waiter hadn't even happened at all. Frisk smiled, and nodded stiffly as she tried to loosen the knuckle white grip she had on the edge of her seat.
Frisk made a mental note to never underestimate Mittsy again. She almost cursed herself for getting suckered in by Mittsy's sweet surface personality. She reminded herself that Mittsy was a mobster after all, and a petrifying one at that.
"I guess we should probably get down to business." Mittsy said as she pulled a medium sized parcel out of her purse. Frisk eyed the parcel curiously, it was done up like a present, with pretty brown paper, and even finished off with a bow. "This is your first assignment." She said, sliding the parcel across the table. Frisk caught it, and saw that the address of the drop location was written on the brown paper in attractive cursive writing, like how someone would write an address on a wedding invitation. The address was of a place that Frisk wasn't to familiar with, located in the more heavily monster populated area of the city. She would have to make sure to go scout out the location before she made the drop.
"Whats the deadline?" Frisk asked. Mittsy glanced down at her watch.
" Oh, in about an hour, don’t worry you have plenty of time." She replied. Frisk's heart almost skipped a beat.
" What!?" She exclaimed. Mittsy giggled.
"I thought I would put your abilities to the test, and see if you're as good as your reputation makes you out to be." She said flashing Frisk a sly grin. "That is if your still up for the challenge. If not I can always drop it off myself on my way back ." Frisk had to fight with herself to not just get up and leave Mittsy sitting at the cafe, with that stupid, superior smirk on her face. The whole thing was just two risky. She didn't know the area, or anything about her employers, or the person she was supposed to deliver the package to for that matter, and now on top of all that she had no time to even attempt to try and figure it out; But something about the way that Mittsy sat smugly sipping her espresso filled her with determination.
"Should be no trouble at all." Frisk replied coolly as she threw a glance over her shoulder. The waiter was just stepping out of the café, returning with her espresso. Frisk quickly pushed the parcel into her lap, before covering it up with her cloth napkin.
"Your espresso madam." The waiter murmured as he shakily placed the coffee cup and saucer in front of Frisk, not daring to chance a look at Mittsy, before quickly making his exit.Mittsy smiled expectantly. "Go on, try it! "She said. Frisk gingerly picked up the little cup and took a sip of the dark liquid. It was warm and rich and moved like silk over her tongue. Suddenly Frisk was washed over with a wave of melancholic nostalgia, as the bitter liquid reminded her of a sweet memory from a long, long time ago. "Are you alright?" Mittsy asked, snapping Frisk out of her day dream.
"Uh, yeah." Frisk replied, quickly shrugging off the sudden feeling of longing. "It just... it reminds me of chocolate." She said.