Coffee, of course! Who: Raven, Pete Wisdom Where: New York City cafe When: Saturday, December 8, 2012 What: Raven meets up with Pete Wisdom for a latte. Rating: PG? Note: After this.
Raven entered the cafe, and for once, people did not look at her because she was a tall woman wearing a cloak and slit-thigh dress. Oh, she was still wearing the heels. She was still tall, and she felt entirely exposed not having the hood over her face. The lights seemed too bright. She kept her eyeliner thick, and her lips were painted a nearly black red. She had liked how it didn't make her lips seem so fragile.
The dark jeans felt tight and restrictive about her legs, but seemed that could not be helped. The girls had assured her she would quickly get used to it. She still wore long sleeves, her silver medallion belt resting on her hips. It was a fairly pretty shirt, with little laces tying the ends of the sleeves and a mixed picture of faded calligraphy and bird feathers on the front. Overall, it was suitable.
The hostess approached her, but Raven assured her she was waiting for someone, even as she scanned the restaurant to see if she could spot the English agent.