#arkhope

[doornig]

sansa/arranged weddings

[martyrised]

♔. common grounds ; { closed }

    Quietude lingers within the atmosphere of the quaint cafe that stands petite amongst the neighbouring structures. Tranquil, the swirling arouma of each particular coffee wafts throughout the crowded shop in a delectable scent. Whether it comes from a cup from the nearest customer or that of the employees working swift to fill each order, it is difficult to say. That does not prevent the young missionary from indulging in the pleasantries they proffer, allowing herself to find enjoyment with every inhale whilst attempting to locate a suitable seat amidst the masses.

    Chairs fill with the populace that seeks the comfort of a hot beverage and the lack of disturbance it might surface as they read through thickened books or trail fingers elegantly across the keyboards of their devices. One seat remains empty, she notes, across from another who appears cordial in his entirety. Hesitance is apparent as she initially steps forward, pondering if it might see rude to merely sit across from the stranger despite the lacking arrangements to accommodate all their guests.

    Thusly, she leans forward with cup in hand to address him with a considerate tone.

    "Pray pardon," she begins, lithe digits trailing over the porcelain demitasse. She is cautious not to interrupt anything of importance he might be focused on. "Would you mind if I sat here?"