Shotabarista
It was a new way of living. Coming from a wealthy past, things that often kept swept under the rug, 'sucre' had come to find herself provided with an apartment in exchange for keeping quiet about her big poppa's secret business. Like always so long as she was given enough resources to get by and her fathers attention she would be content and quiet about the whole ordeal.
She hardly dressed of her wealth. She stuck mostly with simple white and black sundresses or shirts and shorts of the same nature. Crossed and stripes were always a must. Nobody ever suspected anything. A simple art student at her last place of living. This transfer to the local school she was changing major for a bakers degree. Confident and collected as she looked, she was quite oblivious to the things around her.
A head of fine white hair bobbed into the local coffee shop. It was quaint and to her liking, definitely a place she would frequent her time if she never made friends in the time she lived in this town. Heels of white boots clicked to the floor, feeding into the pale mess that was 'sucre'. It wasnt her real name, but nobody ever questioned it. She had her reasons.
Waiting in line was fine. It gave her time to look over the menu, pick at her lips, chew on her fingernails, think of a witty name to place on her cup. Wearing a spaced out look she definitely would miss being addressed for her turn in line as the scene was playing out.
