Dress in something simple, she told herself.
A tank top, thin red jacket and a skirt that barely went past her index finger, coupled with torn up tights beneath and a simple pair of boots.
No sense in needing to dress in anything that would draw attention to herself as she leaned against the wall right next to the entrance of the cafe.
Plenty of teenagers here. Courtney remembered being a teen. Everyone was out there partying while she’d just sit at home, more often than not just staring at a pen and pad and an open book, monotonously doing homework until dinner time rolled along and she’d go sit in her room and lay in bed with dull thoughts. It wasn’t until Team Magma when she was around twenty that she felt that she had a purpose. That was when Maxie himself breathed life into her bland existence, resuscitating her into the world of the living.
For that, and his purpose to better the world, she felt indebted to him.
It’s why she was here, waiting on the man who was pretty much seven feet tall, easily having two feet over her. Tiny compared to him, which would make any potential onlookers curious about what kind of dynamic they’d have, she was certain. After all, Lysandre DID carry an attention grabbing... aura to him.
Pulling out of her phone from one pocket and a pack of gum from another, she unwraps a stick and pops it in her mouth while checking the time.
The flavor of artificial sugar hits her senses as she reads 11:55 AM on the clock.
Lifting her head up to take another glance around at the crowd, seeing no tall lion man anywhere.
You’ve got six minutes, Lysandre.