An obscure cafe; late evening ((Open))
Sophie had become accustomed to running away. She was in New York now, fresh off the train and nervous as one might be in a place they'd never been.
She set down her tidy suitcase at her feet and waved over a waiter, politely asking for a coffee.
After a moment of pause, she blinked. "Ah, no..I meant .. espresso, please." She felt suddenly awkward with her accented voice and her European customs.
Coffee, here, was not the same as at home. She hugged the large black coat around her, half-hiding.
((OOC: Open. Really.))
She set down her tidy suitcase at her feet and waved over a waiter, politely asking for a coffee.
After a moment of pause, she blinked. "Ah, no..I meant .. espresso, please." She felt suddenly awkward with her accented voice and her European customs.
Coffee, here, was not the same as at home. She hugged the large black coat around her, half-hiding.
((OOC: Open. Really.))