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Scene Title: Roses Café, Gourmet Sandwiches
Characters: Ada Wong
Rating: G
Open/Closed: Open
It was strange that the woman would be seen there: at the corner of a quaint street side café called Roses, slender legs daintily crossed left knee over right beneath a glass table, newspaper in hand. A dark cup of cappuccino rested on a hand painted saucer, decorated with delicate blue flowers. She wore a sleek pair of narrow shades over her eyes as she looked over the headlines and inside stories of the Village Green Tribune, contemplating, scanning, flipping idly through the large pages every now and then after dwelling on a few columns of newsprint babble. She wore beige colored gloves of soft leather for her browsing, as if it were a precaution against the cheapened ink of the archaic news' ever unchanged typewriters.
The warm white wisps of her coffee, curled into the air in soft tendrils, enticed an occasional sip now and then to indulge its tempting fragrance. It was a marron flavor with a hint of chocolate. New, but not at all unpleasant. Maybe one day she would even have to return again to the popular street corner to have another. It was a rather noisy place though. The intersection beside her always bustled with hybrid vehicles and people waiting at the cross walks, sometimes people were even backing up throughout lunch hours from the edge of the sidewalk all the way to the edge of the front tables set before the café’s property. No matter what the volume though, all of it simply melded into the hub of the background within her transparent bauble of a world. She only heard what was important, and sometimes that meant hearing everything at once, other times, nothing at all.
Maybe she was on a break, perhaps a vacation and time off. Maybe it was a new hot spot that she had found just recently and would now return to each week, even. Maybe she was even on the job. In disguise. Whatever her intent, she seemed to be enjoying herself in the sunlight. It did much better for her skin than the shadows.
All things considered, a woman enjoying her coffee and sitting in front of a small and personal diner wasn’t actually a strange sight to be seen. It was strange because of who she was. Not that anyone knew. Instead, all that most people saw would be another woman, wearing slate colored Capri’s that revealed slender ankles and well tones calves, balanced in high heeled, red sandals. She had a sleeveless top on, her favorite mulberry red, trimmed with white lapels. The only thing strange about it all, then, was that she was sitting alone.
He wouldn't have to ask to sit at the chair across from her. He probably would, anyway. Chivalry wasn't quite yet dead in a world where he still existed. But he wasn't the only one to expect in a town like Village Green.
Characters: Ada Wong
Rating: G
Open/Closed: Open
It was strange that the woman would be seen there: at the corner of a quaint street side café called Roses, slender legs daintily crossed left knee over right beneath a glass table, newspaper in hand. A dark cup of cappuccino rested on a hand painted saucer, decorated with delicate blue flowers. She wore a sleek pair of narrow shades over her eyes as she looked over the headlines and inside stories of the Village Green Tribune, contemplating, scanning, flipping idly through the large pages every now and then after dwelling on a few columns of newsprint babble. She wore beige colored gloves of soft leather for her browsing, as if it were a precaution against the cheapened ink of the archaic news' ever unchanged typewriters.
The warm white wisps of her coffee, curled into the air in soft tendrils, enticed an occasional sip now and then to indulge its tempting fragrance. It was a marron flavor with a hint of chocolate. New, but not at all unpleasant. Maybe one day she would even have to return again to the popular street corner to have another. It was a rather noisy place though. The intersection beside her always bustled with hybrid vehicles and people waiting at the cross walks, sometimes people were even backing up throughout lunch hours from the edge of the sidewalk all the way to the edge of the front tables set before the café’s property. No matter what the volume though, all of it simply melded into the hub of the background within her transparent bauble of a world. She only heard what was important, and sometimes that meant hearing everything at once, other times, nothing at all.
Maybe she was on a break, perhaps a vacation and time off. Maybe it was a new hot spot that she had found just recently and would now return to each week, even. Maybe she was even on the job. In disguise. Whatever her intent, she seemed to be enjoying herself in the sunlight. It did much better for her skin than the shadows.
All things considered, a woman enjoying her coffee and sitting in front of a small and personal diner wasn’t actually a strange sight to be seen. It was strange because of who she was. Not that anyone knew. Instead, all that most people saw would be another woman, wearing slate colored Capri’s that revealed slender ankles and well tones calves, balanced in high heeled, red sandals. She had a sleeveless top on, her favorite mulberry red, trimmed with white lapels. The only thing strange about it all, then, was that she was sitting alone.
He wouldn't have to ask to sit at the chair across from her. He probably would, anyway. Chivalry wasn't quite yet dead in a world where he still existed. But he wasn't the only one to expect in a town like Village Green.