Who: Tina and Open What: Coffee in Soho and chance to breath a bit When: Early afternoon Tuesday July 25 Warnings: None yet
The afternoon was warm, with a light breeze flowing through the trees that were strategically placed close to the little coffee shop to offer both shade and a sense of privacy without really being so private. Really it was one of Tina's favorite little getaways when she was in this part of the city.
Tina had come down to prepare one of the art Galleries to showcase her latest paintings. She was an artist under the name Tae Huan, the name her grandmother on her father's side called her when she came to visit. It was one of the only things that belonged to her, hidden away from the life of politics and propriety that she had married into.
It was the second life that Tina was able to own thanks to America's general racist tendencies. So long as she clipped the streaks into her hair, darkened her makeup, quit covering up the two tattoos she had visible , and wore the dark gothic and punk looking clothing that she really enjoyed, no one connected her with the Sebastian's Smythe's wife in the perfectly tailored pastel dresses with light shimmering makeup. Really, it was the perfect disguise.
It was also one of the reasons she was able to sit out here this afternoon, a dark fruit flavored tea in front of her. Tina's hair was streaked with dark purple and she wore a black pleated skirt matched with a purple corset top and knee high boots. She stirred the drink with the small metal spoon that had been given to her as she let her mind wander.