Isabelle Chia
Cafe

As Isabelle sipped on her drink, she peered over the top of her book. The people in the cafe were slowly dwindling in numbers. It was less busy, less crowding. She felt her breaths come more easily and the knot in her chest loosen. Her eyes gravitated towards the girl who had had her personal space crowded by another boy. Isabelle had to wonder who she - or anybody in the Academy, for that matter - was. But her cheeks coloured at the thought of extending a hand to anybody, and coming forth. She was a plain Jane, and she preferred the wallpaper and sticking to the corners.

Then again, she was helplessly lost, and had to do [i]something[/i] about. 

Isabelle paid for her drink, before she gathered her possessions and courage about her to walk forward and approach the black-haired girl. "Hello," she said, formally, stiffly. "I'm new, and I've just arrived. I'm afraid I haven't the faintest clue where to go from here." She offered the smallest of smiles, and then hastily a small hand. She hoped the tremor in it was not obvious "My name is Isabelle Chia. Do you think you could help me, by any chance?"

[@Konica]