Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2020 18:09:22 GMT -4
Labelle's... as he understood it, this was a pretty new string of cafe's popping up in the city. So far, he was impressed; the prices were somewhat high, but not unreasonable so, and the cafe itself clearly wanted an air of class. Given that, he had to guess that the owner wanted people to enjoy a little taste of class and ritziness at far more reasonable prices... which, honestly, was a pretty good idea; it was a market that he could only imagine wasn't very much touched. It was a clever idea... assuming it was true, of course; it was only a guess, after all.
At least a few of the customers here took that idea and ran with it, at least; he could see several people dressed up for an occasion, laughing and putting on accents, most bad, and acting extra 'fancy' as they sipped out of their cups. But, there were others still that were there just for a cup of coffee and work on their computers. It was an interesting crowd, for sure, but then, he probably stood out nearly as much, probably not helped by him crouching in his seat. Nor his overly large slacks or button-up shirt, neither of which said nothing about his stark white hair. Not that he minded. He always stood out; and besides, the crowd amused him, he wasn't planning on leaving if he could help it.
He looked back to the stack of sugar cubes he made on his table. He managed to stack all of the sugar cubes he was given, and he smirked proudly, sipping his tea, frowning for a moment as the tower wavered, but smirked again as it stood. Looking away from his tower, he scanned the crowd again, focusing more on the employees. Rumor has it that the owner loved to visit her own shops, and he was hoping this was true.
At least a few of the customers here took that idea and ran with it, at least; he could see several people dressed up for an occasion, laughing and putting on accents, most bad, and acting extra 'fancy' as they sipped out of their cups. But, there were others still that were there just for a cup of coffee and work on their computers. It was an interesting crowd, for sure, but then, he probably stood out nearly as much, probably not helped by him crouching in his seat. Nor his overly large slacks or button-up shirt, neither of which said nothing about his stark white hair. Not that he minded. He always stood out; and besides, the crowd amused him, he wasn't planning on leaving if he could help it.
He looked back to the stack of sugar cubes he made on his table. He managed to stack all of the sugar cubes he was given, and he smirked proudly, sipping his tea, frowning for a moment as the tower wavered, but smirked again as it stood. Looking away from his tower, he scanned the crowd again, focusing more on the employees. Rumor has it that the owner loved to visit her own shops, and he was hoping this was true.
