Fleur shuffled a little further up her shoulder as she reached for her coffee. One could never have too much coffee no matter what time of the day it was, maybe it was because she was French. It didn't matter she needed coffee if she was going to deal with eight hours of bitchy ballerinas. Dancing she liked the drama she could do without.
Though when she walked outside she could not help but notice the man that had pulled over and was looking around. "Nice car," she told him absently as she stopped a moment to admire his car, not that she knew anything about cars.
"Looking for something?" She asked him in an off-handed manner in her accented English. It sure seemed like he was looking for something or someone.