Cafe Fina, Tuesday Evening
Leda was of two minds when it came to dressing nice. She'd grown up as a privilaged upper middle class girl, but identified more with the years of her life spent as a street kid.
This would be why she was wearing a nice dress, sparkly, if modest earrings, and black combat boots and had magicked a blue streak in her hair that matched the color of her dress.
She was also humming "Jesus of Suburbia" under her breath. It'd been stuck in her head ever since her girl's night out with Sai and Wiseguy had culminated in them singing Green Day and Pink songs long into the night.
[For Anduin, but open as a business generally is.]
This would be why she was wearing a nice dress, sparkly, if modest earrings, and black combat boots and had magicked a blue streak in her hair that matched the color of her dress.
She was also humming "Jesus of Suburbia" under her breath. It'd been stuck in her head ever since her girl's night out with Sai and Wiseguy had culminated in them singing Green Day and Pink songs long into the night.
[For Anduin, but open as a business generally is.]