Malice set his black coffee down with the strong smell of fresh melted caffeine filling up inside his nostrils with his grey and blue eyes staring at the coffee under his head. Valentine looks down at her milky honey boba tea, feeling rather uncomfortable with his presence and a mixture of awkwardness at the silence. Who wouldn't feel this uncomfortable?

He must of not cared at first until he noticed Valentine's body posture. "You seem quite cramped." He leaned back into the cushion, not taking his tempting eyes off of her. Valentine only let out a breathy chuckle. No shit Sherlock. "Just seems.. Awkward knowing that one of the highschool morons decided to take me out for a tea and coffee party. This just seems simply ridiculous." She slouched her shoulders glaring down at the milky swirls in her cup. Although the red head has to admit, Valentine is grateful that Malice wants to sort the past out. It is somewhat warming. "Hn. You think so? It is the presence now. We all have to move on somewhere in our futu-"

Valentine let a single bang on the wooden table with her body now lightly leaned in, her purple and mixture of green eyes glaring right through his soul. "You are a complete fool if you think it is so easy to get over the bullying.. I was a highschooler, still fragile by then and it is is idiotic to get over something that hunts me almost every.. Single... Fucking... DAY. Why? Because I regret of who I was. I was so in my comfort zone that I did not EVER realized that I needed to fight back the devil and his sober minions."
No tears is shown in her dry and exhausted eyes. Valentine is done crying. She has been done with the tears after her grandmother ended up dying when she was 16. Her only family member that took care of her.
Now, Valentine lives with a house full of homeless people that she is too good for.

By now, people is staring at them both while a few other's choose to ignore. This made Malice bite his bottom lip ring that tightly hugs around his lip in a thoughtful manner. "I see."

Valentine let out a sigh and stood up from her chair "I will be going now.. And thank you for the.... Invitation."
And quickly, the 20 year old headed out to leave Malice alone to pay both orders. He does not mind. He knows too well that Valentine is unable to pay for a small apple or a piece of bread.

He will have her. Malice will everything it takes to kiss her. Give her hockey's all over her heavenly body. It will not be hard. It won't be easy either. Malice already knows what will come next. Valentine most of all needs Malice more before she ends up dying in the cold streets, possibly alone. Who knows that the bastards Valentine is with will leave her.