OTA, MW, will be a bit sporadic this afternoon but around later.
Celeste walked through Morningstar's lobby and headed straight for the Mocha needing to warm herself up a little, the wind still a little too biting to be comfortable despite the sun. She was dressed in a vintage navy blue dress from the late 40s, her short jacket matching. Even her luggage matched - deep blue leather case on wheels, a smaller carry case balanced on top.
Removing her gloves and unwrapping the fur stole from around her neck, she walked up to the counter, ordering a cinnamon latte and a slice of cake. She was going to order it to go, but it had been a while since she'd people watched, after all. Sitting down in the window, she picked up a magazine, half-reading it and half-watching the inhabitants of Morningstar go about their business.
She'd been away for so long that she barely recognised the faces that passed - and after all, she hadn't spent much time in the Manor, even when she did live there full-time. Nonetheless, it was good to be back, and Celeste was hopeful that there would still be one or two familiar faces. That darling photographer, perhaps...what was his name again...Andrew? Andras, that was it.