Knock, knock

With a couple weeks before Aicha's arrival in the states, Rabiah saw this as the perfect time to get to know her neighbors. Or well, neighbor at the moment.

So here she stood, decked out in a floral long dress and hijab. No makeup, but she did find a pair of heels that worked with her outfit. So that was nice.

Caroline and Kyoko's house was more of a two-story, with what the Muslim could assume to be at least two buildings. Sure, she had worked on drafting software in the past, that didn't make her an expert on those things. She was more of a freelancer, taking whatever jobs she could get.

Carefully, Rabiah knocked on the door and waited. Part of her debated just heading back to her house. Sure, she had already prayed. But the butterflies within were threatening to burst forth through her chest and fly on out.

Thankfully, the butterflies stayed within Rabiah's stomach. Which was perfect, since the door opened up and Kyoko poked her head out.

"Oh, Rabiah!" she remarked, smiling form on her face. The pastel lavender lolita dress had been replaced with a more of a gothic black one. A parasol sat comfortably in her hands, complementing the frilly headband sitting in the woman's hair. "How nice of you visit us."

Rabiah's cheeks went pink. While she wasn't married (though she got the feeling that Aicha really wanted to pop the question for her), it didn't change the fact that she would've preferred people not to do that.

"I have a girlfriend." she explained, getting a nod from Kyoko. Followed by the muttering of a low 'sorry' for the lolita girl. Rabiah had caught it."May I come inside?"

"Of course!" Kyoko answered, leading her guest down the hall and into the dining room/kitchen combo.

The walls had gotten the wallpaper treatment, depicting scenes that were more at home in a tea house than an actual home. The floor on the other hand, looked to be an attempt at getting the most regal carpet they could find. Probably imported from France. A china cabinet with an assortment of french plates and porcelain dolls sat right across from the dining table.

As for the kitchen, that looked normal enough. No real differences.

So both women sat themselves down at the table. Caroline joined them there, quite happy to see Rabiah.

"What did you want to know?" Kyoko inquired and watched Rabiah take a deep breath.

Would it be wrong to be direct here? Maybe, but it was the best way to get a better idea of the pair.

"How you two met." Rabiah met, getting a deep breath. "You don't need to tell me."

Caroline shook her head.

"I'll start." the french woman explained, clearing her throat.