Coffee [[Zanna;;Open]]

[Tony Dolce Miele]

A cup of coffee in hand Tony moved sitting down in a chair, the cafe was packed.
His gaze shifted out the window as he watched people passing on the sidewalk, thinking that he wouldn't mind some company now.
He brought the cup up to his mouth as he took a sip and then set it back down on the table in front of him.
A pair of Diesel dark washed jeans hung from the male's lean form, and a black We Are Reply sweater was also worn.
The males black leather jacket was over the chair behind him, he'd shrugged it off upon sitting down.
Leaning back in his seat a little bit he continued to look around at the different people in the cafe. What a melting pot, one of the reasons why he loved this city, back in Italy everyone where he lived pretty much all looked alike except for the tourists, which he honestly could never stand.
Running a hand through his hair he looked back through the window again and took another sip of the coffee, which he drank black.
The sweet smell of his cigarettes clung to his sweater and his black booted foot tapped the ground lightly.
A 'nervous' habit of his...though he wasn't nervous...

[Zanna Arquett]

Shaking her head slightly to get hair from her eyes, Zanna walked into the crowded cafe. Her breath caught a little bit, since she wasn't too fond of large crowds, but she managed to surpress the feeling as she edged her way to the short queue of people standing in front of the counter.

After only a couple of minutes, the brown-eyed girl stood at the beginning of the line, thinking about what she wanted to have today. A person or two coughed behind her, signaling her to hurry up, but she dismissed them.

"May I just have a cup of coffee?"
She nodded.
Zanna paid.
She gave Zanna the coffee.
And then she had to decide where to sit.

Tugging hervously on the sweater she wore, the navy and gray striped one, she ultimately chose a two-person table near the windows. Even if she wasn't going to be sitting with anyone, she could watch the people outside walk past. It was a pastime of hers, no matter how strange it was considered.

Now if only someone she knew would show up.

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