Wren Zhang / Noir (infusco) wrote in xmen_genesis, |
The sight of her fair-haired (gentleman) friend brought a smile to her face. "You're welcome, darling," Noir said rather teasingly, as Warren plucked the still-warm latte from her hand and she went to put her other hand around her own, feeling the warmth of the coffee drink filter in through her gloves. Aah, that felt much better. "I hope that was a compliment," the half-Chinese woman said in a tone of mock warning. But it probably had been (a compliment). Warren wouldn't dare insult a woman's sense of style while she was holding a scolding hot cup of milk and coffee, at least.
"Yes, let's shall." After spending most of the day walking the city streets, she was more than ready to head inside and enjoy a little creature comfort known as a heater. Once the blue-haired ladies had exited the building and the winged heir moved to open the door for her, she headed into the antique shop. The smell that generally permeated throughout most antique stores hit her nostrils almost at once. It was the smell of furniture polish and musty old books - there really wasn't a scent she liked more. It had actually been a good while since she'd stepped foot in one. In fact, she was fairly certain that that last time she'd been in an antique store was a couple months before Prue had been born.
"Are we looking for anything in particular, or do you just want to browse?" Abe's had all sorts of goodies, ranging from art deco furniture to run-of-the-mill dust-collectors. And sometimes, they even had some beautiful paintings from lesser-known artists. This was part of the reason why she preferred rummaging through antique emporiums and thrift shops: You never knew what kind of treasures you would find. And you'd more than likely find items that were one of a kind. Which probably explained her 'unique' sense of style; she didn't generally shop at stores that sold mass-produced items.