[color=lightblue][h3]| Levi[/h3][/color]

	Shrugged, putting the talk-pad into the satchel. Her hands moving through the pockets of the satchel until she could find some headphones, 'Stupid' she sighs putting on the headphones, annoyed by the useless gears glued or whatever they do to stick these stereotypical Steam-Punk crap onto the headphones even though it didn't need it. Shrugging knowing that her rant was useless, the current century was a complete mess, Ballard was one of the biggest examples of the tainting of the current century, but...her father knew what was going on, he realized the major flaws of the century, but everyone would keep denying him. She loved him dearly, but he took it so far to turn on the soldiers of our country, revenge...dirty revenge? She pondered on the subject for a few minutes and...then Prince collapsed onto the metallic ground. His...oddly usual routine to attempt to crack a smile from any of us...'stupid'. 

	Exhaling deeply turning around going deeper within the city of Ballard, going with or without the team she just needed the energy. As she walked along the path, awfully perplexed at the shops and as well the restaurants around her. Even the citizens wanted a clean city as multiple plants would be decorated within these buildings. A set of violins and a piano played as she walked, music lightly escaping her headphones as she walked pass through the crowds, many had masks on due to the smaug...and she'd understand very well why they needed the masks. 

	She looked up a flashy looking sign a few feet above the entrance saying, " Le'Vartee Coffee ". A unique name for a coffee place, smiling taking off the headphones slowly, making sure not to entangle it with her long hair. She stuffs the headphones in the satchel and enters the coffee shop. She looks at the shop in awe, her face still blank but her mind was exploding with happiness, 'Organized...' she nodded, walking towards the counter, " Hello...welcome to Le'Vartee's Coffee what will you like? " Her accent was...delightful? Her words curved perfectly, ' Wow...wish she was my story-teller when I was a kid. ' She snickered quietly. 

	Smiling as she grabbed out her talk-pad, looking up at the menu and writing down the food and as well drinks she wanted, her handwriting was plain instead of bended, 'perfect' she looked down at her talk-pad making sure everything was correct she put the pencil in the satchels pocket and showed the lady her order...

[center]" A vanilla based Mocha, a dozen of chocolate-covered donut holes, and a bagel. "[/center]

	The lady nodded, " 25.23$ Please. " Her head turned to the satchel, her hands moving and opening the pockets to find the money she needed. Her palm softly touched the tip of a few dollars, her fingers seemingly wrapping around the 'silky' like paper and setting it on the counter, the lady counted the money she gave, " 4.36$ of change. " She smiled, grabbing the money and handing her the change, turning as she entered the kitchen. 

	Turning looking for somewhere to sit, her boots clacked against the 'checkerboard' floor, sitting at a seat that was nearby the window, giving her the full look of the city...within a cafe. 

[hider=Coffee Shop][img]https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQlM6B36NYRWA2pM8ET8nW6fQsDBWtRtGDmb0iV8Byl-yiduhmX[/img]
The Coffee shop was made by an outsider, creating a place in which felt cozy, seemingly somewhere to be calm and let of steam. That was the owners goal, to calm people from what was outside of the shop itself. [/hider]