Click, click, the sound of her heels touching the floor resonated through the area as the young woman slowly made her way through the streets. The sight of the ashen-haired appeared to be quite interesting to the locals as a few heads turned in her direction, following her as she disappeared into the crowd. Her piercing blue eyes darted from person to person as her ever-present smile greeted anyone who would look towards her.
She had opted to forgo her usual combat apparel in favour of something a little bit more, well casual in the form of a rather simple white business suit and skirt combo with a black shirt and white heels. It was nothing special at all, but for those who understood clothing it would be rather apparent this was not some cheap knock-off. Her ashen hair swayed from side over her, reaching well below her waist, before it suddenly became still, its owner having finally chosen a spot to stop at. It was a rather simple cafe, considering where she was at least, with a single free table in the table. A waiter would quickly appear out of nowhere, gesturing for her to take a seat and so she did. ”Thank you.”<i></i> Natsuru would lightly nod her head, her smile growing for a brief second. ”Could I have a cup of Genmaicha tea, please? Thank you!”<i></i> She would order without even looking at the menu. The waiter would place his right hand over his heart as he briefly half-bowed before quickly walking away from the table and leaving her in peace.
A few minutes later the waiter would return, leaving a rather rustic-looking porcelain cup on the table alongside a relatively simple piece of cake on a similarly rustic porcelain plate. The man would half-bow once more before disappearing once more, leaving the woman to her thoughts and the passing crowd of people. In a way it was a rather tranquil place, just her, the cup of tea and the sea of strangers......
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She had opted to forgo her usual combat apparel in favour of something a little bit more, well casual in the form of a rather simple white business suit and skirt combo with a black shirt and white heels. It was nothing special at all, but for those who understood clothing it would be rather apparent this was not some cheap knock-off. Her ashen hair swayed from side over her, reaching well below her waist, before it suddenly became still, its owner having finally chosen a spot to stop at. It was a rather simple cafe, considering where she was at least, with a single free table in the table. A waiter would quickly appear out of nowhere, gesturing for her to take a seat and so she did. ”Thank you.”<i></i> Natsuru would lightly nod her head, her smile growing for a brief second. ”Could I have a cup of Genmaicha tea, please? Thank you!”<i></i> She would order without even looking at the menu. The waiter would place his right hand over his heart as he briefly half-bowed before quickly walking away from the table and leaving her in peace.
A few minutes later the waiter would return, leaving a rather rustic-looking porcelain cup on the table alongside a relatively simple piece of cake on a similarly rustic porcelain plate. The man would half-bow once more before disappearing once more, leaving the woman to her thoughts and the passing crowd of people. In a way it was a rather tranquil place, just her, the cup of tea and the sea of strangers......
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