While the summer's day in New York City was sweltering hot, there was a cold air around the young, white-haired woman as she made her way to the small sandwich shop in Manhattan. Maybe that would explain why she was wearing gloves in this kind of weather. Inside the shop, the heat was slightly more bearible, and though Elsa did bother to at least shrug on the ice blue hoodie over her white tank top, she didn't dare remove the gloves. Instead, she made her way to the main counter and cleared her throat. "Excuse me," she said to... well, whoever would listen behind the counter. "I'm looking for a... Justin Russo?" Yes, that was the name, she remembered now. "I need to speak with him. It's urgent." eldestxrusso