If there was one item of clothing that she would never part with, it was the heeled boots that she’d stubbornly refused to remove from her feet since the world had ended. She was well aware that her choice of footwear was divisive, with most thinking that she was a fool to continue with her choice, but attention whether negative or not had always been something she’d relished. But even with years of wearing footwear like this, her feet more used to them than any kind of flats, it didn’t mean that the witch wasn’t taking full advantage of their new location and the opportunities that it provided for taking the weight off her feet every now and again.
Not for the first time she finds herself sinking into one of the sofas that were dotted around, shifting from side to side until she was satisfied. While she enjoyed the comfort of it, boredom frequently took over when sat alone so when she saw someone rounding the corner, she grinned at them after a flick of her hair. Lia patted the space next to her, best smile firmly on her lips as she invited them over. “I don’t bite.”
@bryce-edwards