Ariadne sits down at the coffee shop, hands wrapped around her cup of coffee. This city gets way too cold, every year. The winter coat she's wearing helps but not having any gloves doesn't. Almost patiently she waits for the two who responded to show up. So close to pulling out her phone and calling Tech to leave a playfully harassing message. Instead a hand slips into an inner pocket to make sure the cloth is still there...good.
Iblardora Rose Hearst