It was your normal average day, not too hot with a slight cloudy overcast of clouds popping up in the bright blue sky. The town was becoming rampant with Sunday morning shoppers and the diner guests for brunch. With a soft sigh this unfamiliar face made its way through the assembling crowd, dressed in the finest of red material that clung to the bodies upper half then fluffed into an arrangement of Victorian era dress design. Hands covered in a softer silken red material that covered most of her pale arms up to her elbows. Then to top off the entire strange ensemble was a leather collar with a cross hanging from it, and a pair of leather strapped heels that craned straps up to her thighs.
The tapping of her boot heel echoed against the sidewalk as she peered in through a few stores as she passed by them, perhaps she would stop ordering things from the internet and finally just come by a few Irish made things from the village. A hand raised up and dragged covered fingertips through the grown out golden blonde hair, soft curls around her face exaggerated the large brownish gold tinge of eyes that tried to lay hidden with their star like scarring behind a pair of silver and white deeply toned sunglasses. Then the giant sign above the groups of people caught her attention, ‘’Slainte Coffee House’’
With a grin she quickly sped up her steps and moved to the front doors of wood and glass and gently pushed them open only to hear a gentle ringing of a bell over her head. Smiling as she stared inside, the beautiful seating arrangement, it would seem they were trying so hard for themselves. But beautiful none the less. There was no line at the counter, but there were quite a few patrons residing within the sets of tables and leather sofa’s. The slight stares that she could catch instantly told her that she was way to over dressed to be spotted in town, so silently she moved through the crowd and up to the counter top. When someone arrived to help her with a smile on their face she greeted them with the same. ’’Hello there young miss, can I please have a green tea with two spots of sugar and a dash of milk?’’
As soon as she ordered the girl told her she would bring it over to her when it was ready, with a nod she quickly gathered her dress in one hand and moved towards the window with a leather seat set right beside it. Quickly she moved and claimed the spot, crossing one leg over the other as she was sent deep inside of the seat. She felt like a child, so small within such a large cushioned seat. With large eyes, now removed of the sunglasses, staring out the window before her, watching the people walk along the town, wondering if she’d catch a glimpse of anyone from the school here.
The tapping of her boot heel echoed against the sidewalk as she peered in through a few stores as she passed by them, perhaps she would stop ordering things from the internet and finally just come by a few Irish made things from the village. A hand raised up and dragged covered fingertips through the grown out golden blonde hair, soft curls around her face exaggerated the large brownish gold tinge of eyes that tried to lay hidden with their star like scarring behind a pair of silver and white deeply toned sunglasses. Then the giant sign above the groups of people caught her attention, ‘’Slainte Coffee House’’
With a grin she quickly sped up her steps and moved to the front doors of wood and glass and gently pushed them open only to hear a gentle ringing of a bell over her head. Smiling as she stared inside, the beautiful seating arrangement, it would seem they were trying so hard for themselves. But beautiful none the less. There was no line at the counter, but there were quite a few patrons residing within the sets of tables and leather sofa’s. The slight stares that she could catch instantly told her that she was way to over dressed to be spotted in town, so silently she moved through the crowd and up to the counter top. When someone arrived to help her with a smile on their face she greeted them with the same. ’’Hello there young miss, can I please have a green tea with two spots of sugar and a dash of milk?’’
As soon as she ordered the girl told her she would bring it over to her when it was ready, with a nod she quickly gathered her dress in one hand and moved towards the window with a leather seat set right beside it. Quickly she moved and claimed the spot, crossing one leg over the other as she was sent deep inside of the seat. She felt like a child, so small within such a large cushioned seat. With large eyes, now removed of the sunglasses, staring out the window before her, watching the people walk along the town, wondering if she’d catch a glimpse of anyone from the school here.