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The last time that Elisabeth had entered this Kalosian cafe had been around Palentine's Day, and the hour had been late in the evening. Drunken karaoke had interrupted the sound of casual conversation and flirtation, the sloshing of champagne and the scent of freshly baked cakes bringing to mind similar establishments in Lumiose City.

Now, the leaves outside had begun to fall with the advent of autumn, and champagne glasses had obligingly been exchanged for pumpkin spiced lattes. Heart-shaped cakes were replaced with scones and macarons, and the romantic décor that had swept up its patrons during Palentine's Day had become something more cozy and casual. Mercifully, the caterwauling of tone-deaf lovers had been silenced with a removal of karaoke equipment.

Perhaps the biggest change in affairs between that day and now, however, was the man she entered into this place with: not Pace Mahmoud, as she had encountered through chance before, but Zev Harcourt.

Someone who did not belong in a place like this in the slightest.

She had thought, at first, that he had been joking when he approached her at the Rocket Headquarters requesting the name of a local Kalosian pâtisserie. The insistence in his eyes ensured he wasn't.

So rather than the typical attire she wore in the Rocket Headquarters -- sharp, sleek, and black -- he'd met here in her civilian persona. Her long skirt fell to the floor, the loose sleeves of her blouse teased by the wind. At his approach, she offered a wry smile.

"Is this what you had in mind, Mr. Harcourt?" Elisabeth asked with a quizzical lift of her brow.

She gestured to the throng of delicate tables adorned in immaculate white tablecloths; each had a beautiful vase of marigolds and roses at their centre, complete with an aesthetically charming menu propped up beside scented candles.

The place might have been a client of her little flower shop, but ah well, taste recognized taste.

"Indulge my curiosity for a moment. Why did you ask me to show you a place like this?"

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All of Zev's past interactions with Elisabeth Fiorelli had been related to work for Team Rocket. Torture a prisoner. Train in self-defense. Collect intel. And during each of those interactions, he had been his true self, the cold-hearted hitman who had thrived in the Kanto regime. But on that day that heralded autumn, he was not the man known as The Black Hand.[break][break]

He was simply Zev Harcourt, bar owner. Wearing casual clothing and a bright-eyed smile, he took in the décor of the Kalosian pâtisserie that Elisabeth had promised him. Beyond the tables with their charming centerpieces, a glass-covered display held the promise of sugary delights.[break][break]

Out of habit, he scanned for exits. One behind the register, likely to the kitchen. The door they stood in front of. A side hallway — perhaps leading to bathrooms?[break][break]

"It's cute," Zev said with a light laugh before turning his blue eyes upon Elisabeth. They held a false mirth he had spent years perfecting in front of a mirror. "I can absolutely imagine you spending a quiet afternoon here with some tea and a slice of cake."[break][break]

The civilian façade she wore, perhaps.[break][break]

Zev moved toward the display for a closer look at the café's offerings, his pace leisurely, as if he were still soaking in his surroundings.[break][break]

"I'm looking for a place that sells macarons," he replied as he leaned toward the glass display with its trays of baked goods. Sure enough, there were macarons of all colors and flavors. "Especially ones that take custom orders."

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'Cute.'

Somehow the word sounded jarring when it left Zev Harcourt's lips. The way his mouth curled into an easy, self-assured smile that oozed charm quietly alarmed Elisabeth, though her own composure didn't reflect this; she was a predator admiring another's camouflage in silence, while relieved to not be his prey of choice.

At his observation, she offered her own faintly amused smile. "I suppose that's meant as a compliment."

Her own persona was something more subdued than his own charisma. Rather than the severity that characterised her in torture chambers or the taunting competitive streak that had sneered out in their sparring, here Elisabeth existed in a calmly detached and aloof state of being: polite, professional, and distant in her mild pleasantries.

A woman as seemingly delicate as a rose petal caught in the wind, or so someone had called her, once upon a time.

"My friend has told me they do the custom orders you describe here, though I can't say I've ever asked. I generally bake my own desserts," Elisabeth said with a shrug. The intention hadn't been to sound snobby, but the statement could be read that way. "The quality here I can speak to, however, as exceptional."

She stared at Zev for a moment as he approached the glass display, the gears of her mind whirring with sudden activity. Her curiosity sparked to life at this peculiar sighting of a man so outside of his natural habitat.

What had lured him out from the shadows into this quaint little place?

"Is this for a client?" Elisabeth ventured at last, prying.

It seemed the most sensible explanation.

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Zev stood up straight and shot Elisabeth a wide grin with an undercurrent of haughty smugness. He dangled his precious secret in front of her like honey for a curious bee, debating how much to share — or whether to share it at all.[break][break]

But surely his companion would overhear his future discussion with the girl behind the register, who was waiting patiently for her customers to buy something.[break][break]

"Not a client, but a woman."[break][break]

Without waiting to see Elisabeth's reaction, Zev approached the till and leaned against the counter with all the nonchalance of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.[break][break]

"I need a custom macaron order in three weeks' time," he explained to her as she whipped out a pad of paper and started taking notes. "Lemon flavored, but can you make the outside like galaxies? Or at least space, with stars and all that?"[break][break]

The girl — she had to be no older than sixteen, likely a part-timer — thoughtfully tapped the pad with a pen. "Probably. I can check with my boss but we've done stuff like that before," she replied.[break][break]

"Great. As for today…" Zev glanced back at the options in their display case. "Two macarons, pistachio and raspberry, and a cup of coffee. Black, no sugar. Elisabeth, do you want anything?"[break][break]

He looked back at the blonde woman expectantly.

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It should have been the obvious assumption, but given the context that Elisabeth knew Zev from, it hadn't been first of mind. Something about watching a man dismember the nose from a captive prisoner instilled doubts about their capacity for intimacy and emotional connection.

Not that Elisabeth herself could talk, in that regard.

At the cashier's surreptitious glance her way, Elisabeth froze like a Deerling in headlights; it seemed the girl was making a connection between the two companions, one that the florist would prefer not be misconstrued.

"Well. I hope she's not blonde," she deadpanned, quickly turning her attention to the display. Her green eyes scanned the offerings with an appraising air, lips pursed in thought. "Earl grey and tiramisu macarons, please," she ordered politely. "And a chai tea, if you wouldn't mind."

A pale hand reached for her wallet, rifling through Pokedollar bills.

"This woman's name wouldn't happen to begin with an L, would it?"

Lulu Flint had interests in space, and might have eclectic enough taste to be with someone like Zev Harcourt.

Maybe.

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The cashier rang up their order and put together a tray of the requested drinks and snacks. Zev brought it to a table by the front window and took a seat, chuckling.[break][break]

"You'll be relieved to know she's not a blonde," he said to Elisabeth as he picked up his cup of coffee and gently blew at the liquid inside to cool it. "In fact, she's not any of our mutual acquaintances."[break][break]

The implication behind those words, of course, were: She's not part of Team Rocket. Zev watched his companion's face for her reaction. For a moment, his eyes were as sharp as a wolf's honed in on its prey.[break][break]

Then in a blink, his mask was back in place. He picked up the pistachio macaron he'd ordered and took a bite, chewing on it thoughtfully.[break][break]

"Enough about me, though. Your employee visited my bar the other day. ana fell. She seemed really enthusiastic about working for you. I can't say I blame her. You seem like an excellent boss, from what I know of you."[break][break]

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If he was looking for judgment in that capacity, he would find none with Elisabeth. Bringing her own tea to her lips, she commented a tad impishly, "I see we hunt in the same places, then. Ill-advised though they may be."

A devilish smile met his when her cup lowered; she was an Ariados that preferred easily disentangled and released prey. Rocket rarely offered that, in her experience.

At the return of his mask, hers revealed its own flimsy veneer with the surprise of hearing ana fell mentioned aloud. What was Cygne doing spending time with a man as dangerous as The Black Hand? The cold, detached severity that marked her as an admin was absent as maternal concern sparked in her green eyes, which narrowed as she considered him.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Harcourt. I fear I am often absent these days, but Cyg is capable enough to manage much of the shop by herself. I take it that you two had a pleasant time with one another?"

The quiet threat of consequences if he had done otherwise went unspoken.

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The subtle change in Elisabeth's demeanor upon mentioning Cygne caused Zev to raise an eyebrow. How surprising, this strangely maternal response. He had not assumed Elisabeth to have a single protective bone in her body, especially considering the circumstances of their meeting. But people were layered, and he knew from decades of observation that many of them valued others in curious and baffling ways.[break][break]

"It was pleasant enough," Zev replied after taking a sip of his coffee. "She talked about her job at your flower shop, her studies, and about you. Nothing damning, don't worry."[break][break]

A sly grin pulled at the corners of his mouth.[break][break]

"She told me that her boyfriend visited your business and, uh, how did she put it? Schmoozed you." Zev chuckled. "They are dating, right? Isaac and Cygne."[break][break]

Neither of them had actually said it out loud to Zev, but he had a hunch. Ever since the night of the bonfire, their actions with and around each other ticked off many of the checkboxes on Zev's mental file of "how to act when dating someone else." The way Cygne had lit up when talking about Isaac at Howling, too, tipped Zev off that their relationship went beyond friendship.

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"I wouldn't expect ana fell to say anything damning of me, no."

Seated as they were at this quaint little café table, Zev Harcourt and Elisabeth Fiorelli seemed aesthetically suited to one another: a pretty picture that one might find in a painting, hung in a cozy venue like this one.

In a significant way, however, they were opposite of one another. Elisabeth's walls in Rocket were her mask. The hardness that made Zev such an exceptional assassin was his true self, hidden beneath the feigned charm that he dazzled her with now.

Although Elisabeth herself didn't know the man well enough to realize which part of him was the true Zev Harcourt.

As always, in the absence of knowledge, Elisabeth chose the option that caution dictated: believe the monster, always. So her words danced around truths she herself had long assumed, offering glimpses of her own awareness, but no sureties.

Her friend deserved her privacy, if she wished it.

"Cygne enjoys having a little mystery from time to time. I am familiar with Isaac Merlo's friendship with her, but not to what extent it has blossomed."

She raised her cup to her lips once more, inhaling the spiced aroma of the chai, before she asked nonchalantly:

"What is your relationship to Mr. Merlo, then?"

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What was his relationship to Isaac? Zev never gave it much thought. Every human he encountered was only as valuable to him as they were useful. Even the upper echelon of Team Rocket were little more than tools in his collection, methods for him to achieve the goal he'd been pursuing since before his arrival at Hoenn.[break][break]

Gavin? Martín? Pawns, as much as he liked them. Elisabeth? An amusement, besides her usefulness as an admin. Not only that, she was a fellow monster.[break][break]

Though the way she bristled when he brought up Cygne made him wonder just how different he and Elisabeth could be. How unusual for someone so cold to be protective of another person. But perhaps it was not so dissimilar to Zev's own protectiveness over his younger brother. But Caleb was family; of course Zev would protect what belonged to him. And as far as Zev was aware, Cygne and Elisabeth were not related by blood.[break][break]

Could it be possible to choose one's family? To meet someone and decide they belonged to you?[break][break]

As for Isaac, there was only one answer Zev could give in such a public context.[break][break]

"Isaac's my employee," he answered smoothly, chuckling. "He works full-time at the bar. He's a good one, too. Very charismatic and hardworking. I hope he didn't offend you at all when he visited your shop. He can be…"[break][break]

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"A handful."

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Elisabeth weighed the answer in brief silence, taking the moment to take a bite of her tiramisu macaron. She chewed the dessert leisurely, as if her mind was not turning over the information and calculating its implications.

An employee of his, hm? Intriguing.

For one thing, it suggested that the intel that Zev Harcourt had given her here was more reliable than one might think otherwise. Although as close as Elisabeth and ana fell were, the florist suspected her understanding of the other woman's affairs was surface-level at best. She'd be hard-pressed to name what Cygne's day-to-day life outside of the cottage looked like, save for her work on bike repairs and writing scripts for horror movies.

Was she a bad friend? That was a distressing thought, and a distracting one.

"Oh, I wasn't offended," came Elisabeth's mild reply, waving a hand airily. "I was a bit surprised when he mentioned knowing Cygne, I suppose, and curious at his intentions. It isn't often people come to my place of work for her specifically."

This was a somewhat rosy-tinted recollection of the way that she had regarded Isaac Merlo, but in this moment, Elisabeth wholly believed her version of events as she spoke them aloud. Any tempestuous changes in her own mood that day had been swiftly forgotten and marked as irrelevant, in her own mind.

"Though now I wonder. Are you hinting that Cygne was a bother when she visited you?"

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Zev finished the macarons he'd purchased, satisfied with their flavor. Though he did not enjoy sweets, he was not about to buy a custom order from a bakery with subpar goods. Not that Neffatari Nzingha necessarily deserved only the best quality products. Simply put, Zev himself was not pleased with anything less than perfect.[break][break]

"Nothing like that," he replied to Elisabeth after washing down the macarons with a gulp of coffee. "She was polite. She even complimented my bar, so I have a feeling I'll see her there again."[break][break]

He gave his companion a toothy grin.[break][break]

"What about you? If you ever have the urge to get drunk, there's no better place than Howling at the Moon. You have my word as a," he paused, searching for whatever term of relation seemed appropriate for them, even as he placed a hand over his heart, "very good friend."[break][break]

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Very good friend? Zev Harcourt's turn of phrase sharply took her aback.

Elisabeth rarely believed herself to be a trusted confidante and friend to others. Despite her evident concern for ana fell, the florist privately suspected she was more of an employer to the other woman than a true friend; this was not because that was the result she wanted, but because she was generally convinced of her own insignificance to others.

So when it came to Zev, that expectation was so remote and so vanishingly unlikely it drew a loud, startled laugh from her lips. She attempted to stifle it too late with a hand, but the humor bubbled over as she attempted to focus herself on the view outside the window instead, her entire body betraying her suppressed laughter.

Why was this so funny? Watching the Black Hand eat a macaron while he then proclaimed her to be his very good friend?

She was being rude, but she frankly couldn't help herself. At last she managed to regain her composure, easing into the aloof, polite demeanor that was so often associated with her in her florist persona.

"I'm sorry. That is probably not the right reaction to finding out we are friends. You surprised me, is all."

Offending a hitman was probably not a bright idea, even for a Rocket admin like herself. Still, here they were.

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Elisabeth's incredulous laughter did not faze Zev in the slightest. After all, he had only called them friends to maintain the façade of his public self. What would the cashier or other customers in the café think if he had said "fellow torture enthusiast"? Elisabeth's reaction was normal — even expected — for someone who might be confused by the vast difference between his two identities.[break][break]

But Zev the bar owner would probably be a little offended, even if he was playful about it. And so his expression took on a mix of emotions he did not feel: amusement tinged with defensiveness.[break][break]

"Elisabeth!" he exclaimed, laughing slightly, even awkwardly. "I'm serious, though. Ever since we first met, I thought we got along pretty well."[break][break]

Nevermind that it was because they were both monsters with wickedness in their hearts. How amusing it would be for them to meet again at a later date, and for him to deny all friendly affection.[break][break]

After taking a sip of his coffee, Zev continued, "And I'm serious about coming to Howling. Our stock of Kalosian wine is pretty low considering the dome and lack of imports, but we have all kinds of local vintages. Plus, I can make a pretty mean cocktail or two."[break][break]

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An amused smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. How utterly bizarre this conversation was.

Admittedly, they had gotten along well the day they had met. As much as any two soulless tormentors could in an interrogation room, at least.

"Well, then I am glad to hear my first impression wasn't an off-putting one," Elisabeth said at length, lowering her tea cup onto a saucer. "I'm not always to everyone's taste."

Mischief glittered in her green eyes at this indirect suggestion, followed by an easy roll of her shoulders.

"I'm certain you know that Kalosians are infamous for being wine snobs, Mr. Harcourt. But I admit," she said, pausing here for a moment to regard him fully, "I am tempted to take your invitation."

To some extent, it would be rude not to.

"I imagine you are discreet about the state you find your patrons in?"

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Not-a-Date ✿ Outfit ✿ Zev Harcourt

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