The dark circles under her eyes have an event horizon.
She nurses a large cup of white coffee, fingers wrapped tight around the mug for warmth, and occasionally glances at the croissant in front of her. Oh, croissant. You will be eaten. Eventually. Your fate is inevitable. As soon as Nia works up the strength to eat you.
Instead she stares out at the street and watches people wander by. It's very French - she's like 80% sure it's very French. Sitting in a Parisian Cafe with a coffee and a croissant, people watching. It'd be perfect if she didn't also feel like shit.
"Three days and I haven't scored a single French girlfriend or boyfriend," she jokingly laments to the people at her table.
[Feel free to start your own cafe scenes under this heading if you wanna??]
MORNING: Parisian Cafe (Open All)
Instead she stares out at the street and watches people wander by. It's very French - she's like 80% sure it's very French. Sitting in a Parisian Cafe with a coffee and a croissant, people watching. It'd be perfect if she didn't also feel like shit.
"Three days and I haven't scored a single French girlfriend or boyfriend," she jokingly laments to the people at her table.
[Feel free to start your own cafe scenes under this heading if you wanna??]