roleplay } london girls
In a pale pink cafe in Chelsea (the sort of cafe with a lot of little low chairs and warmly lit lanterns strewn across the ceiling), there happens to be a table tucked against the front window, where the light is best and the admittedly none-too-attentive staff are forced to pay some mind to their customers. Nicoline is in one of the chairs, bag on the chair next to her, watching the cars and pedestrians on the London street. It's a busy day in this old metropolis, and Nico can't help wondering what it'll be like when she's officially joined that massive workforce out there.
She's dressed the way she usually is, these days: fitted denim trousers, low-heeled black boots, wearing a camisole over a big black sweater with sleeves so long they dip over her knuckles and a split neck, baring one shoulder. She's lucky this kind of absent-minded fashion sense is in style these days, or her sisters would get on her case even more than they do. Her hair is tied back, but that's something that's likely to change if she gets bored waiting for her company. Technically she knows better than to fidget, but when no one's looking, she sees no need to feign stillness.
While she doesn't think anyone would care if she smokes (even if it's illegal, no one here really bothers unless there's someone in charge around), she'll wait until she's got her coffee. To start.