Streamer Coffee Company [Viktoriya]

Demi was very happy that Viktoriya told him her name even if he wasn't sure how to properly pronounce it. He looked up at the lady and tried to mimic her saying her full name. It didn't work. "Vik..." It was easy to see that he was trying really hard to do it though. "Tor..." And he already forgot the rest of her name. None the less, He began laughing and extended both arms on each side. "Victory!" He shouted hoping that she would be willing to have a hug even if he totally mispronounced her name. He would wait for her to either refuse and accept his hug and then look at her little partner. Vera, on the other hand, was much easier to remember. The little boy looked at the other Digimon and it took him a few seconds to realized she was indeed a Digimon. He never saw one outside the Digital world without a Holosuit but people in the coffee shop didn't seem to mind it. "I'm not lost!" He said while pointing to the blond that was carefully looking at them.

Desmond saw the girl with white hair talking to his partner and sighed when he tried to say her name out loud. He quickly stood up to see if he was getting unwanted attention but luckily, the place wasn't that crowded. He made his way toward the three of them and opened his mouth to say something before seeing the Pyocomon next to the young lady. He was no expert but that did look like a Digimon. "Hey." He slowly said while Demi crouched down to be at her eye level and tilted his head on one side. "Ooooh! Are you a Digimon?" He asked with curiosity. He then tried to poke her with a finger but Desmond swiftly placed a hand on his shoulder. "Be nice, Demi."

"Sorry about that, he gets excited easily." Desmond apologized for his partner trying to poke Vera. As he looked at Viktoriya, something about her seemed familiar. They might not have met before but he was pretty sure that he saw her white hair in this coffee shop before. While the Frenchman wasn't a regular client, he did come here a few times. "I'm Desmond, Desmond Edmund." He said while offering his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, erm... Viktoriya?" He only heard it faintly from where he was sitting. He, however, did not hear Vera's name.

"Desmond!" Demi began shouting again. "Vera is a Digimon! Like me!" The blond tamer sighed again and place his hand on his head. "Don't shout too loud, Demi." Desmond wasn't sure what Viktoriya knew about Digimon. She did seem to be pretty comfortable having hers around so maybe she knew a bit about them. "I'm a DemIMeramon!" This time he wasn't as loud. "What kind of Digimon are you?" Before she could answer, the Frenchman apologized once more. "Sorry, he is just very curious." He looked around him to see if they were getting unwanted attention for a second. No one was really paying attention to them, which was perfect.

"Would you like to have a seat?" Desmond then asked Viktoriya. "We are at that table there." He said while pointing the table in the corner. "Yes! Come with us!" Demi wanted to grab her hand but stopped midway and looked at Desmond who was slowly shaking his head. "Please?"

Desmond nodded and smile before holding Demi's hand as they went back to their table and sit down. Demi quickly hopped on his chair and put his elbows on the small table. The little boy would bob his head from side to side with a broad smile on his face. Meeting new people was always exciting for him and even more when there's another friendly Digimon. "Desmond?" The blond tamer turned his attention to the Digimon in disguise. "Yes?" He asked before taking a sip of his coffee. "Can I have some orange juice?" The DemiMeramon asked with puppy eyes. "Of course." The human said while laughing. How can someone say no to this face? Desmond would then look at Viktoriya. "Would you like something as well?"

The blond tamer would raise his hand to get the attention of one of the waiter. "You can pick anything, it's on me." He would then wait for the waiter to come by and take their order. After taking their order, the gentle waiter would go get their stuff. "It would be very kind of you to teach Demi how to pronounce your name, Viktoriya." To be honest, he too wasn't so sure if he was saying it right. "What is an American, Desmond?" Demi would then ask. "Don't worry about that." He simply responded. Desmond was born in Paris while Demi never got outside of Shibuya so he had no real knowledge of people's nationalities. All he knew was that they were humans and he was a Digimon.

Demi would carefully listen to Viktoriya. He really wanted to say her name right. He began mimicking her mouth to get the right sounds but it was harder than he thought. Desmond was more used to none Asian names so it wasn't too hard for him. The fireball in disguise would nod now and then and open his mouth without making a sound. It might take him a few more minutes before he would be able to say Viktoriya as she does.

"May I ask you a question if you don't mind." The Frenchman said after she would teach them to say her name correctly. "How did you and Vera meet?" Demi came into his repair shop from god knows where and was trying to eat his cellphone when they first met. It was always intriguing knowing the story of the other tamers. Also, he did kind of freak out seeing a fireball talk but everyone would be, most likely. As far as he knew, the existence of Digimon wasn't a thing most people were aware of. It was strange that every tamer he met comes from Shibuya that was surely a mystery to Viktoriya as well.