08-02-2018, 08:59 PM
The objective was simple today: keep moving.
The moment she stopped, she knew a pounding headache and an all-consuming fatigue would bring her mood down. The night before hadn't quite been what she had initially imagined, choosing to go simply in support of her demanding friend. But the tables had turned again (really this was nothing new, she should know this by now) and she'd dove head first into a night saturated with poor decisions that she didn't regret in the slightest. She had been drunk of course, though not to blackout level, so the memories are easy to recount, eliciting the breach of a subtle smirk as she effortlessly dodges the passersby on the warming sidewalk. Wearing a light hoodie, cutoff jean shorts, and low rise tennis shoes, she'd dressed for practicality today, the most precious piece of attire being the reflective aviator shades she donned to cover her lightly bloodshot eyes. Breckin hadn't really bothered to rid her face completely of last nights makeup either, opting instead to correct the obvious smudges that were out of place; what was last night's cat eye flare is today's perfect smokey eye.
Before anything else however, she desperately needed to find some coffee. Rounding the corner of a building, she hones in on a restaurant that has clearly drawn the attention of the breakfast crowd. Picking up her pace, the shift in momentum causes the loose waves of her hair to fall entirely behind her back; at least the locks were out of her way as she got down to business placing the order of a large black coffee to go at the hostess counter. While she waited impatiently (seriously how long does it take to pour coffee in a cup?) her dark eyes rove the patrons of the facility, studying the different types of people scattered about. One in particular stands out amongst them and she watches him for longer than the rest, waiting to see if anyone else joined him at the table.
When at last simple contentment warms her hands in the form of steaming coffee, she thanks her barista savior graciously before refocusing her attention on him. Pursing her lips slightly, she debates moving on or approaching him. Curiosity wins out always, and her fluid strides quickly close the distance between them. Not waiting for him to offer her the opposite seat, she plops herself down easily, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on top of her dark hair. For an agonizing minute she remains quiet, eyes narrowed in steady assessment of the fellow across from her. She offers him a placating, one-sided smile at the interruption she's surely caused him; sorry not sorry.
"Hi."
@[Leilan]
The moment she stopped, she knew a pounding headache and an all-consuming fatigue would bring her mood down. The night before hadn't quite been what she had initially imagined, choosing to go simply in support of her demanding friend. But the tables had turned again (really this was nothing new, she should know this by now) and she'd dove head first into a night saturated with poor decisions that she didn't regret in the slightest. She had been drunk of course, though not to blackout level, so the memories are easy to recount, eliciting the breach of a subtle smirk as she effortlessly dodges the passersby on the warming sidewalk. Wearing a light hoodie, cutoff jean shorts, and low rise tennis shoes, she'd dressed for practicality today, the most precious piece of attire being the reflective aviator shades she donned to cover her lightly bloodshot eyes. Breckin hadn't really bothered to rid her face completely of last nights makeup either, opting instead to correct the obvious smudges that were out of place; what was last night's cat eye flare is today's perfect smokey eye.
Before anything else however, she desperately needed to find some coffee. Rounding the corner of a building, she hones in on a restaurant that has clearly drawn the attention of the breakfast crowd. Picking up her pace, the shift in momentum causes the loose waves of her hair to fall entirely behind her back; at least the locks were out of her way as she got down to business placing the order of a large black coffee to go at the hostess counter. While she waited impatiently (seriously how long does it take to pour coffee in a cup?) her dark eyes rove the patrons of the facility, studying the different types of people scattered about. One in particular stands out amongst them and she watches him for longer than the rest, waiting to see if anyone else joined him at the table.
When at last simple contentment warms her hands in the form of steaming coffee, she thanks her barista savior graciously before refocusing her attention on him. Pursing her lips slightly, she debates moving on or approaching him. Curiosity wins out always, and her fluid strides quickly close the distance between them. Not waiting for him to offer her the opposite seat, she plops herself down easily, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on top of her dark hair. For an agonizing minute she remains quiet, eyes narrowed in steady assessment of the fellow across from her. She offers him a placating, one-sided smile at the interruption she's surely caused him; sorry not sorry.
"Hi."
@[Leilan]