villanelle smiles softly, her head turned slightly to watch your expression, playing with the salt shaker, her hair barely brushing over her shoulders. villanelles features contort as you take a mustard bottle and squirt it all over the curly fries that were on the plate infront of you.

“your a psychopath.” she huffs, her gaze slowly softening as you giggle… you, a psychopath as if she wasnt a full on assassin?

she tips a bunch of salt over the fries, making you roll your eyes in annoyance, “fine! go ahead!” you mutter.