Un Peu Rococo (Gabriela) Jun 17, 2017 13:03:20 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 13:03:20 GMT -6
Chloe looked at up from her notebook of doodles to sip on her cup of chai with honey. She sprinkled a little bit of cinnamon and nutmeg into the porcelain cup, and looked at her watch. Her friend was going to meet up with her here. Sure, this place was usually filled with couples, but what was wrong with that? Love was a beautiful thing (although, she wasn't too keen on excessive petting and kissing out in public, but that was personal preference; plus, if worse came to worst, she could always look away and busy herself with her doodles).
Gabriela had been one of her favorite people for a while now. They shared the same sort of displacement story, and while the act itself wasn't too savory, at least, at first, it was quite nice to find someone who went through the same thing. Yes, Britain was growing on her more and more, but it certainly wasn't southern France, that's for sure. Sometimes, she really missed the sunshine. And the fresh fish from the Mediterranean sea. That was really nice. But there was something to be said about the moody greys of these northern islands situated in the Atlantic. It just didn't convey the same sort of energy as her childhood. But at least she could say she had a sunny and beautiful childhood. That was more than a lot of people could say, and so for that, she was grateful.
She took another small sip of her tea, placed the cup down, and decided to use the cup and saucer as something to sketch out as she passed the time. Pen to paper, she went to work.