THE STREETS WERE BUSY as they usually were down in the Belladonna District. Finding a unique type of interest in the area, Ophelia found herself wandering the streets with a sincere interest in the stores. Something about the bustle of a large sidewalk, overlapping conversations and different faces was strangely comforting. Perhaps it was the ‘safety in numbers’ that caused it, though it was of no concern to her. No time to relax and take things slowly, for she was never the type to do so. A bit rushed in her observations (though they were complete) and taking note of those around her, she never lingered at one storefront for too long to avoid being interacted with by employees. Though perhaps here, it wouldn’t be an issue. After all, one look from her seemed to cause anyone nearby to walk a bit faster. Perhaps those sharp eyes of hers were intimidating?
Excellent.
The clicking of heels halt as she reaches another window, this time adorned with apparel. Her eyes rest upon a black coat that held a fur trim, being advertised with a white turtleneck, gold necklace, and pencil skirt. The outfit was similar to the kinds that she herself would wear, so a glance at the pricetag would only be natural. Perhaps she’ll be headed back home, new clothing in tow, a slight smile on her face. But upon resting her eyes on it, they quickly dart away and her body seems to turn and walk -- all in one beat. Far too much money for a simple business woman such as herself, not even taxes would save her from the debt she’d (mentally) be in.
But with the turn comes a chest against her face, the sudden warmth and firmness startling her. A step is taken back, hands outstretched in front of her now as she tried to put some distance between herself and the man she collided with. Her expression alters, perhaps a bit irritated with the accident, but the smile that comes with it makes the situation a bit more intimidating.
“Hah? What a useless man. Are you unable to check your surroundings?”
