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[nicki]

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Yes, to anyone! :]
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Nuh one. :[
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She brought her lips to the tip of the opening of the glass and swallowed the sweet, yet bitter tasting light brown liquid in the glass. She adored cappuccino. She would have it every day if she could, but that would be unhealthy, so Nicolette just drank it here. Straightening herself out on the chair, she looked around. There were many people out and about today, some of them stopping in the Café Beau for a meal between shopping or just to relax.


Sadly, she was one of those people who was just there. She hadn't really planned on meeting up with anyone this day, so she didn't really know what to do. Yeah, she should of asked someone to just come along; at least she wouldn't be as lonely, but ehh, what could she do now? Putting the amount and a tip on her table, she brushed some of her off of her face and headed out the door, into the crisp fall air. She figured she might as well take a walk. Blahh. this is kind of boring... she thought to herself, looking around for anyone she may know.

Taking a few steps farther, she felt her body connect with another and she looked up, her hair in her face again from the wind. She couldn't help but let out soft blush. "Sorreh..." That was all she could say. Well really, that was all her body was allowing her to say because mentally she was repeating sorry again and she also was hoping the person would forgive her.

This also had not been the first time she had bumped into someone, but last time she was able to twirl around. Yes, twirl. She basically danced away from the person just in time, but it was enough to startle to person. So in the end one of them did end up falling onto the ground. And this time, Nicolette hoped that the person had not fallen or dropped anything. Because, currently she was red as a tomato and she did not really want to look up and embarass herself.

She began to chew on her lower lip as she awaited for the reaction. And she hoped, big time, that the person would be a decent guy/woman and not bitch and moan about it. As she already was embarassed. Yet, she felt, to an extent, that the person probably would bitch and moan. So, she just waited and thought, Oh god...this is what I get...this is what I get for being such a clutz...and not paying any attention...

[umbrella]

Emma had decided she was bored. It wasn’t the usual kind of boredom, you know, where you sit around waiting for something to happen. That was outside boredom. This was inside, soul-crushing boredom that made you wonder if you were awake or sleeping. And usually, that was the kind of boredom you wanted to avoid, obviously. But Emma achieved this level of boredom at least, oh, once or twice a week. She’d been in Sanglignée for about four months or so, and she still didn’t know anybody. A great achievement, she thought, and one that deserved a coffee.

She yawned, straightened her slouched position on the bench, and looked around. It was a rather empty day in San, unusual, yes, but Emma decided to take no notice. She stretched out, much like a cat would, and yawned again when she realized her feet had been asleep. “Come on, toes, move.” She said. It was an odd habit, talking to herself. Back home…Emma smacked herself mentally. Silly girl. This town is your home now. Well, back in Cardiff, people usually asked her if it was boring, or not talking to herself. ‘No,’ she always replied, ‘Because I already know what the other person is going to say, and therefore reply easier.’

Nice answer, no?

Tapping her heel against the sidewalk, she cracked her neck on both sides. God, everything hurt from being in that slumped position for a half an hour. Come on, start moving. Fine, I will. Her legs, almost robotically, moved the rest of her in the direction of Café Beau. As she moved, she scratched her brown-haired head and yawned again. Why the hell did she keep doing that? How tired was she? Certainly not too tired, she’d fallen asleep at 7:30 the previous night.

Bump.

“Oh, sorry.” Emma said, almost immediately after the person she bumped into muttered their apology. She gave a small, uncertain smile and patted the girl’s wrist. “It’s okay.” She said.

...get for being such a clutz.

Emma already liked to touch somebody to emphasize a point before she found out about her ability, but now it was mostly habit, just to see what the person thought of her. As usual, it was only a snippet, but it was enough to tell that the person didn’t think she was an idiot.

The two just kind of stood there for awhile, and Emma observed as the other girl chewed upon her lip. She certainly hoped that she'd say something soon. If she thought Emma was going to say something else, she was dead wrong. She wasn't very talkative, not in a cold and harsh way, but sort of how you do when you don't know how to answer.