Komorebi

[Mel Rose]

Jennifer glanced through the piece of card with the menu, looking for something she might be familiar with and enjoy. The café served a regular manner of both non-alcoholic and alcoholic drinks, likely switching style from a traditional-looking Kusarian tea-house into a more familiar, foreign bar come evening. She had yet to make up her mind on whether she would let the ethanol carry her through until evening or if she'd instead favour the clear head. In any case, she always preferred to be the one less drunk than her counterparts, and spending time around the crowds of Buffalo and Alcatraz taught her a few tricks on how to accomplish that.

Her purple eyes followed Olivia as she entered the establishment, looked around and headed towards Haze. The coloured lenses were the only bit of colour in her otherwise black outfit, a focal point that attracted attention. She still hadn't made her own order and the waiter would very likely come to the table in a couple of minutes.

"Well, darling," she greeted Olivia while nodding towards the blank space between the chair to her left and the chair opposite. "I suppose I am yours for the afternoon."

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