"This looks like the place..."
A new guest walks in. Certainly not the usual type that would visit Christy's, or Bretonia for that matter. A young kussarian woman with brown hair tied into two pigtails and green eyes deep enough to get lost in. Clothed in black, rather traditional yet modern looking attire with golden floral design around detached sleeves showing her shoulders. A sight at her clothes would leave an impression that whoever made them, wanted to create something very serious, even ceremonial and made up his mind halfway through to create something light and comfortable. Attached to her hip, she was carrying instead of a firearm or other personal defence weapon a large paper fan of same colour scheme.
She timidly looked around the café and sat on one of the high stools in front of the window. Staring outside, waiting for somebody to come.