-Capital Crocus, outside Capital Coffee, 8:00 P.M.-
Walking into Capital Crocus after having gotten to the city late in the day, Lucia had arrived in the city an hour ago to go clothes shopping so that she could get a new outfit or two to supplement the casual outfit which she had worn for the past week or so. However, she had gotten sidetracked by a coffee shop named Capital Coffee she had seen just a few meters away from the mall entrance. Lucia had spotted the entrance while waiting in line to get into the mall because of a foot traffic jam and now she was close to being tempted off-course. The oldest Winchester daughter had had a fondness for coffee ever since she was eight years old, when she asked for a cup of the beverage and her father George obliged on the expectation that she would not like it once she had taken a sip. The joke was on him... Lucia liked it and was a fan of coffee ever since.
Lucia glanced at the decor she could see through the window. It was a clean, modern look that was trying to cater to the young twentysomething and young thirtysomething crowd who wanted a coffee shop that was not their parents' coffee shop. Even though she was pushing thirty, Lucia was still a fan of coffee, so she had decided to give in to temptation and check it out. Buying clothes could wait just a little bit longer.
-Inside Capital Coffee-
Lucia walked into Capital Coffee and was greeted with the sight of a modern-looking coffee shop with white walls, some square tables with seats carefully placed around the floor and windows with the exception of the window looking at the mall entrance, and white "pod" chairs with black cushions at the window facing the mall entrance. A short distance away on the right wall was a polished wooden counter where customers ordered drinks. On the wall behind the counter was a menu with the drinks and their prices both listed in black letters.
Lucia could hear upbeat pop music playing over the speakers as she approached the counter where three people were ahead of her. Lucia was waiting in line when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. The blonde spun around to find a young woman with waist-length blonde hair and black-rimmed glasses wearing a white Crocus Magicka University sweater, a black skirt, and white tennis shoes standing there. When Lucia faced her the other blonde blushed furiously.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I thought that you were someone else!" The young woman apologized for interrupting Lucia's wait in line.
"It's OK. If I may ask, who were you looking for?" Lucia asked the young woman. The other blonde looked down at her feet out of embarrassment before looking back up at Lucia.
"A young woman named Diana. She's blonde like you, but her hair's a slightly darker blonde. She's also just a couple of inches shorter than you." The other blonde told Lucia. That sounded a lot like her youngest sister. Lucia suddenly took an interest in this conversation.
"...How do you know her?" Lucia asked the young woman. The other blonde blushed beet-red.
"We... we met at a Singles Night that was hosted in Capital Crocus City Hall a m-m-month or so ago." She answered awkwardly. Lucia did not know that her youngest sister had been to a Singles Night, but there was a lot she did not know since she had been dead for a little over four years before being revived for reasons she had not yet discovered. If this "Diana" was really her sister, it seemed that Diana had been quite busy since Lucia was last alive.
"Did she wear a purple shirt at any point during this Singles Night?" Lucia asked. She knew of her youngest sister's fondness for the color and decided to ask that question to try and narrow things down a bit.
"Um... yes, actually. She arrived wearing one plus a black skirt, black thigh-high stockings, and black tennis shoes." The young woman replied in the affirmative. While there might be other Dianas in the world who had a fondness for purple, the description she had given Lucia so far matched that of her sister. Perhaps the two blondes should talk over coffee so that the conversation did not seem like an interrogation.
"Would you care to talk about this over coffee?" Lucia asked the blonde stranger.
[Post Word Count: 750]
[Total Word Count: 750/1,000]
Walking into Capital Crocus after having gotten to the city late in the day, Lucia had arrived in the city an hour ago to go clothes shopping so that she could get a new outfit or two to supplement the casual outfit which she had worn for the past week or so. However, she had gotten sidetracked by a coffee shop named Capital Coffee she had seen just a few meters away from the mall entrance. Lucia had spotted the entrance while waiting in line to get into the mall because of a foot traffic jam and now she was close to being tempted off-course. The oldest Winchester daughter had had a fondness for coffee ever since she was eight years old, when she asked for a cup of the beverage and her father George obliged on the expectation that she would not like it once she had taken a sip. The joke was on him... Lucia liked it and was a fan of coffee ever since.
Lucia glanced at the decor she could see through the window. It was a clean, modern look that was trying to cater to the young twentysomething and young thirtysomething crowd who wanted a coffee shop that was not their parents' coffee shop. Even though she was pushing thirty, Lucia was still a fan of coffee, so she had decided to give in to temptation and check it out. Buying clothes could wait just a little bit longer.
-Inside Capital Coffee-
Lucia walked into Capital Coffee and was greeted with the sight of a modern-looking coffee shop with white walls, some square tables with seats carefully placed around the floor and windows with the exception of the window looking at the mall entrance, and white "pod" chairs with black cushions at the window facing the mall entrance. A short distance away on the right wall was a polished wooden counter where customers ordered drinks. On the wall behind the counter was a menu with the drinks and their prices both listed in black letters.
Lucia could hear upbeat pop music playing over the speakers as she approached the counter where three people were ahead of her. Lucia was waiting in line when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. The blonde spun around to find a young woman with waist-length blonde hair and black-rimmed glasses wearing a white Crocus Magicka University sweater, a black skirt, and white tennis shoes standing there. When Lucia faced her the other blonde blushed furiously.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I thought that you were someone else!" The young woman apologized for interrupting Lucia's wait in line.
"It's OK. If I may ask, who were you looking for?" Lucia asked the young woman. The other blonde looked down at her feet out of embarrassment before looking back up at Lucia.
"A young woman named Diana. She's blonde like you, but her hair's a slightly darker blonde. She's also just a couple of inches shorter than you." The other blonde told Lucia. That sounded a lot like her youngest sister. Lucia suddenly took an interest in this conversation.
"...How do you know her?" Lucia asked the young woman. The other blonde blushed beet-red.
"We... we met at a Singles Night that was hosted in Capital Crocus City Hall a m-m-month or so ago." She answered awkwardly. Lucia did not know that her youngest sister had been to a Singles Night, but there was a lot she did not know since she had been dead for a little over four years before being revived for reasons she had not yet discovered. If this "Diana" was really her sister, it seemed that Diana had been quite busy since Lucia was last alive.
"Did she wear a purple shirt at any point during this Singles Night?" Lucia asked. She knew of her youngest sister's fondness for the color and decided to ask that question to try and narrow things down a bit.
"Um... yes, actually. She arrived wearing one plus a black skirt, black thigh-high stockings, and black tennis shoes." The young woman replied in the affirmative. While there might be other Dianas in the world who had a fondness for purple, the description she had given Lucia so far matched that of her sister. Perhaps the two blondes should talk over coffee so that the conversation did not seem like an interrogation.
"Would you care to talk about this over coffee?" Lucia asked the blonde stranger.
[Post Word Count: 750]
[Total Word Count: 750/1,000]
