Celeste, Vine Square, OTA, MW
It was evening, sunny and warm, and Celeste looked just as primped and pressed as she had when she left her flat that morning. It was her job, after all. She was dressed simply today, in a navy floral tea dress and patent navy mary-jane pumps. She had her coat slung over her arm, and shopping bags swung from her arm as she walked.
Pausing outside a coffee shop, she glanced at the menu for a moment, before sitting down at a table outside and drawing a sterling silver cigarette case from her handbag.